As I fumble and stumble and fall about
my life, I always find a way,
to grab hold, stand up,
and remain upright
Not always comfortable,
sometimes nervous, and unable to sit still,
reaching out for the things,
that I hope will be real
But what the heck, the next moment,
has just came and passed,
many more to come, I guess it’s better,
that they don’t seem to last
Perhaps it’s an indicator,
of how quickly times can change,
within the blink of an eye,
nothing may be the same
So if you’re feeling a bit down, sad or blue,
let a tick of the clock
be a sign,
that all things, can become new
Stay ahead of the past, and turn to the next page
Let your eyes and mind be fixed in the moment,
upon which you gaze
For your path is one,
of many steps to be made,
the only one that matters
is the last one you’ve laid