I always want to be better.
Better at what I do, better at what I don't.
How can I know there's improvement,
When the white blends with the black.
In all of this chaos, disorder, mayhem...
I'm constantly trying to sort things out.
At what point will I discover how I did,
and which choices I made were right.
I guess this gives me something to do,
for the rest of my life.