If I were given the chance to see
The person I will finally come to be
Would I look so as not to fail
Or want to wonder if I’m on my trail
for sometimes it’s hard riding your destiny
uncertain as a wave upon the sea
spinning circles inside of my mind
whether to turn back or let it unwind
as the sky plays catch with the sun and moon
like some carnival ride or two pinholed-balloons
I may never know when I’m on my path
So I guess I’ll just search for the rainbows
and have myself a laugh
Ever hopeful for a new morn
- no matter what it holds
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