This path on which I've come so far, It has neglected my condition and left me tired. The fire within is fleeting like a dim star As these legs move like thinned wires. Premonitions of the precognitive sort Project into my dearest slumbers To lend a communicative report Concerning the sweetest of encounters. But that future seems so far away And my will to move forward May waver towards the end of days.
Yet happenstance will show me my way, She hardly leads the lost astray.