All the big dreams exploded into dust / All the big booms, they all went bust.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

How do I pull myself out of this spiral? How does my even keel get restored? How do I put myself back on the path That I was following...

There’s a smoke cloud Hanging over the shore Staining the blue sky A wispy orange gray It screams silent but loud Shaking me to my core...

Fads and trends have come and gone / But I kept at it season after season.