Life evolves on many schemes,
each goal has a reason.
Future's built on hopes and dreams
but all men have their seasons.
Seasons change, they quickly pass,
diverted by distraction.
First, most oft, becomes our last
for lack of satisfaction.
Satisfaction shall be due
on every breach that's taken.
Simple actions all too few,
with furnished paths foresaken.
Foresaken roads in journeys' end
can lead to wasted seasons.
In our minds we never pretend
each goal has its' reason.
