entrenched in this mind set, these daily duties
I saw my own self walking past me, curious
I wanted to catch up to him, ask him were he's going

He look strange to me, somebody with the joy of living
slapping all the ilks of life away, plodding his own path
but surely he must follow the daily routine, I ask myself

then, like every night when I reflect on the days events
when fear and uncertainty may surround me
I know I can enter that stargate, if I'm willing