No Go

I wanted to fly but you cut my wings
Its hard to soar without the wind
I've banged my head against some sharp brick walls
They're battered
And I'm bleeding 
But its got me nowhere fast

A late bloom is better than a no go nowhere no show
A late bloom is better than a no go
Nowhere
No show
A late bloom is better
Than a no go nowhere

I've had enough of self fulfilling prophecies
A mature perspective has clarified my thinking and brightened my view

And it sometimes seems I've stepped back
(again)
Staring out with nothing much to say
Just thinking that maybe I could've made
Could've made a difference
So tell me when d'you figure it out that a life that holds no heart
No soul
No passion
Has mean't that the kaleidoscope has turned back on itself again

A late bloom is better than a no go nowhere no show
A late bloom is better than a no go
Nowhere
No show
A late bloom is better
Than a no go nowhere