In the vast cluster of time, few moments mark my life
Standing at the midway of my journey, I ponder the imprints behind
Is it the past or the beckoning future?
Charmingly unsolvable, the two wives nevertheless equally enrapture
The nuggets of the days behind don't reason
Known only to me are the many failures, success and madness season
Starting the journey with no control, with a cry and real fear
Today marks it no different; the future rhymes the same dear
As I stand ready to leap into the new unknown
the dream of a better future has never been this strong
A distant bell tolls to a soulful beat
Enticing me to get up and not retreat
The next leg starts now and upon
The march into future should simply go on