Commitments

There are very many places

You may never get to see

Many kinds of folk

You may never get to meet

In every road a fortune

In every heart a pot of gold

Go for it

Before it's dark

And your lines get old

Before your cherished freedom

Slowly leaks out through the cracks

Of lightly tied commitments

And long walks out in the park

Before the endless morning

Gives way to the afternoon

Go for it

Before your voice

Strays out of tune

Before the skies do open

And suck your body whole

Before the song of sorrow

Becomes the only song

Before the party's over

Make sure you make your point

Go for it

Before it's too late

To keep it going