Have you ever woken to the sun and wondered where the moon had gone
woken to feel all your joy and all your pain upon your face
as if the rain was tumbling down to wash away all that you'd done
and sat and thought and wondered why and wondered how it had all begun
Are we but products of our choices or do our lives merely revolve around the circumstances cause by others
is what we say and what we do truly matter in the scheme of the picture yet unseen
is life and death just temporal and really but sheer memories and truly we do not exhist at all
just stumbling through a destiny that has been plotted endlessly with rhyme of reason thrown but to the winds
but if the winds do true control the paths we may or may not go
should we float upon its gentle current or try to fight against it
or just allow the winds to continue to carry us through what we call life
