In the course of life we wander among others,Through mists of memory we grapple with ghosts
That haunt the edges of demands for decisions
To embody other’s goals that crush our own hopes.
While we leap through hoops of unstable circlesAnd clutch for strings of uncertain dreams
That fabricates nothing but pathetic ruses
As promises made, converge into schemes.
Yet left to ourselves to sort through our thoughtsWe clear our minds to contemplate our own lives
To find we’re much more than a chance cast of lots
And we finally discover that our own Spirit thrives.