THE QUALITIES OF TIME

you can chart your course precisely

or just set off to the sun

and you might be in the same place

when you find the race is run

you can make a case for heaven

you can make a case for hell

but time is a blind river

where its roams, no one can tell

you can hope to sense a pattern

or to weave your own design

but the strangest journey ever

is the one inside your mind

you may waver in a windstorm

or go straight to where you're bound

but time's a falling apple

that is sure to hit the ground

you can write a score of music

or just whistle in the dark

you can serve your notes in perfect pitch

or warble like a lark

some will whisper like they're praying

some will echo like a gong

but time's a tune you're singing

so you'd better sing it strong