On the Eve of Time,
I Sit and Wonder,
If What I did was Right,
Will I be Ripped Asunder?
I Often ask Myself,
If I have Hope,
Am I simply kidding Myself?
Would it be Better to Mope?
There then Comes a Moment,
When I Believe I found My Answer,
When My Heart feels light,
My Legs Quick as a Panther.
Yet, I Soon hit a Lull,
A Point when the Feeling Ends,
The Scene suddenly Shifts,
As Away the River Bends.
This River is Special,
One of a Kind,
It Follows no set Course,
Rather My State of Mind.
Sometimes I Dash along,
Others I Crawl,
But what Truly Matters,
Is Whether I've been Tried.
I Sit and Wonder,
If What I did was Right,
Will I be Ripped Asunder?
I Often ask Myself,
If I have Hope,
Am I simply kidding Myself?
Would it be Better to Mope?
There then Comes a Moment,
When I Believe I found My Answer,
When My Heart feels light,
My Legs Quick as a Panther.
Yet, I Soon hit a Lull,
A Point when the Feeling Ends,
The Scene suddenly Shifts,
As Away the River Bends.
This River is Special,
One of a Kind,
It Follows no set Course,
Rather My State of Mind.
Sometimes I Dash along,
Others I Crawl,
But what Truly Matters,
Is Whether I've been Tried.
