when life curve's spins and swirls where do we sit our feet

how do we know, where do we stand no time to rest or sleep

the wicked never rest, nor see the light of day

yet the sun burns brightly in these eye's why can't i turn away

what or who are you, how do you really know

the question is to often there, yet no answer nor clue

we find our way and walk this path, forever and a day

to find ourselve's in this place wich isn't far away

for love that blinds is often there, to often do we miss

for when we search just that bit to hard, where blinded in our way

so step right back and take a look

this may not take that long, for when it's time and that it will

your path will finds it's way!