Smile on and joy in his feet
Chin up and shoulders back.
He ignores the thin ice beneath
And does not hear the cracks.

He rides through the air
With the wind in his hair
When his tires plunge into the frozen lake,
And is struck dead by his mistake:

He's too blessed to feel distressed.
But he's too lonely to feel blessed.
And he's too positive to know he's lonely.

Now he's too distressed to feel positive.
But he's too blessed to feel distressed.

Eyes closed and heart beating,
He lays in waiting for that which will not come. And the sky begins to fall.

He rides through the light shower
Ready to just hit a car and fall
To set his mind free from being devoured
But it would not be resolved.

So he rides on ahead in vain.
Looking to the sky, he is caught.
Too delirious to remember his name.
And the rain cries for the one who can not.

"Trust me, William"