Moments of madness shall come and go
Follow your heart, but at times if it takes you, go wherever the wind blows

Questions shall arise and suspicions will be had
For these very questions, later, you will be glad

Connecting the dots to form an image that will never be complete
But after all isn't that life? Sooner or later we will all be obsolete

We are taught to keep one eye on the ticking clock and the other on the horizon
With all these flashing lights, most of us have forgotten the magnificence of the setting sun

Soon there will be darkness and all will be still
But the night doesn't seem to have charmed you yet, not until you've had your fill

The rhymes shall flow and so does the ink
Beware though, there shall be no return, once you've made it to the brink

I shall leave you with but one simple thought
For all your years under the sun, is this truly what you have sought?