I lived my life
So very small
Now left to wonder
Shall I shuffle off
Before I ever roared
As so many others
Come and gone
Faintest whispers
On the wind

I lived my life
So very small
Now left to wonder
Shall I shuffle off
Before I ever roared
As so many others
Come and gone
Faintest whispers
On the wind
Irresolute
Unfulfilled
Incomplete
I remind myself
Step
Into my being
Out of the shadows
Beyond the mist
Steadfast
Manifest
Consummate
Like your touch
Trailing a line
Along my flesh
When the unimaginable
Becomes reasonable
Imagination soars
Water will not run uphill
It will not run fast across a plain
It will not run at all
Where no rain falls
But the comfortable path
Is not always the best path
Or the true path
So I try to remember
Keep exploring
Is this the dawn of time?
Or apocalypse?
The beginning of life?
Or the end of it?