The line of life snakes all around
twixt the boney fingers of some fate
you find yourself decision bound
knife in hand as you stand at the gate

to go back now would risk condemnation
simply for a lack of a will to succeed
but to go forward is a different situation
you know you must have a will to bleed

they ask you if you would be so kind
as to offer up your hand in assistance
for "this life" they say "indeed is thine"
and now there's little point in resistance

still for a moment you hold your breath
terrified of a path that is wrong
how queer is the moment when faced with death
so unsure of where it is you belong