What I show to the world,
No time for the thing that I am doing,
Still half mast. Yet unfurled.
There is the next thing on the horizon,
What this here had once been,
That since shown itself to be something else,
It was different than what I had seen,
Then there is what I hope I'll never lose,
As it just slips away,
Thank god we don't know what tomorrow brings,
I'd not get through the day!
But I'm still here,
Hope doth spring eternal,
That's what I say in the face of the guilt,
Born of the thought I've made life personal.