Poison The Well

I've lived my life without direction.
Holding on to a gift given long ago.
Because of this I'll pay for my mistakes the rest of my life.
Dragging my body along the black expanse.
I can smell the burning trail left behind.
I'm not a failure.
I'm not alone.
As this comes to a close I look back.
Hoping to see myself.
And it's not because of the blaze I've left.
It's possible I've burned everything in my path.
I turn back and say because of how you have lived your life you will not find your way again.