Eli Brick

We know where we’re from

And we know where we’ve been

But how can we know where we’re going?

When we come to a fork in the road,

The choice is left, or right

But how can we choose without knowing

The dangers ahead could be fatal

Rugged roads or slippery slopes

And the path at its expiry could be dead

Who knows if we have chosen

The right or the wrong

Based on an impulse in our heads?

We go with that feeling

That germinates deep in our guts

It speaks to us with confidence and pride

The voice of our decisions

Both strong and bold

Booms out at great volume and comes from inside

So when the time is right

And our journeys are done

Our stories will come off the shelf

They will say where we are from

And they will say where we have been

But the going will forever reside in our selves