The road to tomorrow Carried by the wind Through the trees and the birds And time as a fiend Is not to be followed Rode on or traversed It's air never swallowed It's soil only cursed You're only to tumble To fall on your face To pick yourself up And fall behind pace Stand still and tall, stall And look at the flowers And the bees and the insects For seconds, for hours The beauty is fleeting The sun passes on The darkness awaits The daylight is gone The lore of your future Is stories of past It's pointless, so measure The absolute last