Each day a step to a new destination;
there is no need for anticipation.
I know I’ll get there, don’t know why
I only know there’s no need to try.
The destination at end of day
will always be there anyway.
It is that place where I belong;
the next verse of my life’s song
sung in some discordant tone,
the fruit of life’s seeds I have sown.
But I hope that at the final bar
‘twill be the sound of a shooting star.