The ides

When I look ahead I can't see clearly
Anchored all the time to things so near me
Always struggling with the urge to run away

Always try to move ahead succinctly
Can never see the future too distinctly
When did my hope, seem to lose its ray?

Steadfast as I go from day to day
Slowly my resolve just slips away

Looking back
I've been right on track
Come what may
Has brought me here today
Looking forward now
It's a long way down
It's no surprise
That I'm in the ides

Not including random flights of fancy
Optimism seems a bit too chancy
Hope seems just to scared to come around

So I go around and round now in this circular insanity
It's given from time to time now by the obstacles that 'counter me
It's hard to move ahead, buried underground