The view forward is open

Not a skinny narrow way

But a wide open world

So many paths, a maze

So I let all the hope in

And I pick the perfect day

Feeling the horizon pull

Absorbing the path, I gaze

I stick up my stubborn chin

“This is my choice” I say

Maybe I’m a bit guileful

And maybe I’m in a daze

But I’m gonna do this, win

Oh God help me, I pray

So many words, a mouthful

As I sing out in wishful praise

This is no longer where I’ve been

But my own future, my own ballet

I can feel it calling me, it pulls

The wide open, the unforeseen