Chances Are

The existential emptiness
That feeling of being alone
Gnaws us down to despair unless
What lies beyond remains unknown

I don't know and I never will
Until it comes and passes by
What lies beyond my window sill
Or on the dark side of the hill

I feel like I'm so unprepared
I'm sad I'm worried and I'm scared
But I guess I'll just muddle through
And do my best for now then die

I hope it all works out for you
The way you want but chances are
We might get close but no cigar
I guess it always hurts to try

But it gives us something to do

+Steven Curtis Lance



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