I sit and wonder . . . Is this my Past?
If it is so, how will my Future go?
So many times I feel I wait. When all I want is to anticipate.
Have I moved too far, too fast? Am I going to be first or last?
My map's kind of cloudy. My eyes see unclear.
This race that I've run? Will I never see the Sun?
I feel alone yet I walk beside. Sometimes I need a different ride.
Why do I make messes . . . When what I want are mixtures.
Coming to a Crossroad . . . I've seen this place before.
It's not one I want to visit again. Nothing draws me through the doors.
If I sit down I might not go on. If I stand still, there's no race to run.
LIfe's supposed to get easier as we age. The challenge is we're all on a "stage".
To see and be seen. To walk and to run.
I wait and I watch. Tell the world, "I've had enough?"
It's simple, my friend. I do not give up.
I walk and I learn. I stop and I turn.
For me it's the journey. Not how the story ends.
