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