going in circles

hug the trees because you've got nothing else my eyes catch a glimpse of another world between the leaves but it disappears before your hand can even try to reach out. the birds lament to me their sky high ambitions vs mine carefully place 6 feet under is there any hope left for me? i walk every unfamiliar path try to catch my shadow but i end up going in circles everyone seems to have it all figured out but me. i loop back to the same place i was a thousand times and let the comfort blind me to my age.