Out on the horizon…the sun…grey

Cast in a dense fog…the in between

Course, charted anyway…despite the unknown

How do we know where we are going?

How its going to be?

We don't know! We don't know!

Could we choose to let go?

Bad news like arrows…straight through our windows

Oh, its frightening, its frightening the clarity

Here where we close our eyes

Close our minds…run and hide

Could we rather…embrace…

Except the Messenger?

Like clockwork it comes

We are presented with opportunity

So…

Except the messenger…

Let it go!

Like clockwork

It comes slithering in

Our hopes and fears call us out

Do we need to give in [to them]?

Let go