A step through glaze of moment,
A thoughtful glance behind:
A mind that leads it forward,
Or a passing path we ride?
Dark, narrow ward we rush in:
The seat on a trip through life
As route winds another turning,
Dip into future with hoar-frosted eyes
Am i? was? won't? it has to be?
Love? ban? strive? yield?
It's up to me... it seems
Drawn, flung, grown, bent, wiped away
When fate gets cloudy, let it rain
As quest for dream draws closer
The hazy spark ahead,
A gentle waft of moment
Brings changes' hasty scent
Deep down below the surface
Of stormy conscience's waves,
The inner tide gets circled,
Spinning to a whirlpool with dull hollow rave