you can go through life
never really know strife
and walk along all alone
till the shadow in the distance
begins to look like an omen
these things can happen

you can stand in the aisle
and imagine a happy isle
where frowns are banished
tasks are in time finished
and time leaps across the void
these things can happen

you moan your anguish
until you can distinguish
the real thing from fakes
charlatans and pretenders
your heart does a dance
because you're no dunce

these things can happen