They define a goal as a desired result
A place you could be but you’ve never felt
A goal is a destination at the end of a journey
The drive that demands and begs you to hurry
So when asked what my goals are my answer is none
Because goal over journey is simply no fun

We scale mountains of wants just to fall down so deep
Not aware that the journey is the thrill that we seek
Eyes blinded by goals and cyclical lists
Ambitions that sink into vicious abyss

We strive so vehemently to reach our goal
Yet it only corrodes a much bigger hole
One so rapacious it can never be filled
A thirst so dehydrating it won’t ever be killed
So when asked what my goals are my answer is none
Because what good is a dream if it ever is done?

Why live a life that your past version wrote?
When a life in the present is a life filled with hope
And I prefer not be bound by the constructs of time
Because the longer the journey the finer the wine
So when asked what my goals are my answer is none
Because life is the prize and you only get one

We’re taught to set goals and strive hard for peace
But goals are a monster that never know sleep
We’re taught that success will make us content
Convinced that our failure is a pain we lament
But desire and pleasure are not truly friends
Letting go of desire is when suffering ends

So when asked what my goals are my answer is none
Because life is lived better with no plans to come