| In the beginning there was a simple deed to be done | 
| To expand this narrow idea of a world | 
| My past self now nothing but a memory | 
| Looking ahead I see a face gleaming in content | 
| During a brief moment, suspended in white light | 
| In my mortal fear I created this shadow my likeness | 
| Fueling me, haunting me, propelling me forward | 
| And so I shaped a goal to achieve in a single stroke of a brush | 
| Painting a complete picture of my future | 
| This specter now and then following me, trailing me behind | 
| I’m chasing a mirage glimmering in the distance | 
| Thinking about all the intersections crossed | 
| All those that are yet to come | 
| I detrude myself yet another time | 
| Only to take the next step | 
| Did I take a wrong turn? | 
| Do I fall short in the end? | 
| Did I take a wrong turn? | 
| Do I fall short in the end? | 
| During a brief moment, suspended in white light | 
| In my mortal fear I created this shadow my likeness | 
| Fueling me, haunting me, propelling me forward | 
| Driving me to desperate measures | 
| My likeness won’t let me rest | 
| The shadow again is closing in on me | 
| The momentum shifts in favor of greater meaning | 
| Something genuine forms into the purpose I need to live | 
| During a brief moment, suspended in white light | 
| In my mortal fear I created this shadow my likeness | 
| Fueling me, haunting me, propelling me forward | 
| In the beginning there was a simple deed to be done | 
| To expand this narrow idea of a world | 
| During a brief moment, suspended in white light | 
| In my mortal fear I created this shadow my likeness | 
| Fueling me, haunting me, propelling me forward | 
| Something genuine forms into the purpose I need to live |