I wonder whether all these marvels are handwritten or soul-woven? I wonder whether all these marvels are a matter of skill or vision? Because life is fair to us in such an ironic way that it's unjust with all, Then what is it that keeps most of us back amongst the audience, And make us watch our life play? Is it that we don't want to take hold of the script, For we're too afraid what others would say? Or is it that we're just waiting for the perfect moment to hop in and lay claim?
And shall I dare say, that very moment, we all know;