If through to the end
I was to decide this thing...

Stuck in a hopeless moment
With a pencil in my hand...

When all that remains
of your lifelong gains...

I can do it
I will stick to it...

Walking through the garden of my days
I found my only flower...

Searching for balance in despair
It's just much more difficult when you care...

My heart jumps in sport, as to get to you
Chanting it's thunder, and echoes ensue...

Am I now to study my reaction to affliction
With loneliness at the left hand of my distress...

I leave the carnival alone that we toured through...
I feel that when it must move on these summer...

I'd pull you to me, just sideways enough
To turn as I bend to a partial crouch...

Under calico constants
In confusion of the currents...

It's possible I went too far
Sitting here thinking what chances are...