
There are no real guarantees in life, apart from the inevitable end of it all, one day, someday - hopefully not anytime soon. We arrive here in this realm, naked little bundles of love, singing the song of our people to announce the dawn of our triumphs. We scream, somehow realizing through our brand new blank tenderness, that we are already riding the rails at an unknown yet surprising speed. What's even more shocking is waking up one day, years later, noticing that our locomotive has only continued to accelerate exponentially over the years. Suddenly, the pace feels breakneck, almost impossible, and if we're not careful, we can easily go off-track. ~>~>~>~<~<~<~ Invisible rails leading somewhere - I can't see what's beyond This life, that tree Fading in and out Clear vision with some cloud Past, present, and future Exist at the same time No stop signs Yield and go roundabout But there is no getting out.