Past the point of humbling, I   I know I won't be anything   Once I'm strewn into my fate   There won't be any space to hate   With all the things we think about and,   All the things we live without   There's no time to procrastinate   And no time to collaborate      It wasn't too hard to find   Opportunities left behind   It was next to the jar   Of wishes to be placed on a shooting star      Hope is like a snickers bar   It's good, but it won't get you far   Source of short term energy   But soon becomes a memory      I'm living off of what I've got   I'd give it all for just one shot   To make something of myself someday   Collect my pride and move away