I stumble on, and through this mist,
I have no light, I know no map,
Cool whisps of fear , about me twist,

A ray of light, a break in cloud,
It's clear ahead, I'm running now,
Until I stand, on higher ground,

I step up high, gaze down a cliff,
O'er all the paths, that I might take,
On falcons wings, my conscience drift.

I'm ripped along, and pulled with haste,
The moments flash, and feelings churn,
My different lives, from here have traced,

How can I see, what can I do,
When I know not, where each will go,
My future is, but senseless clue,

I think I know, but I've just guessed,
What lies ahead, and down each path,
What's right and wrong, its just a test,
Their future none, can 'ere confess.