From There To Here.

As you ponder each turn that has landed you here, taut tempo will quicken and frail futures loom near. Take one somber moment, step away from the din: The voyage, the detours, the past and what's been. You look back behind you to retrace every mile. It bring tears of regret and the trace of a smile. Hang on first, then let go, due to whimsy or age. What you keep in the end is the test of a sage. Fools still ignore the supreme ticks of the clock, in each change in fashion, embraced by the flock. Walk on and ignore them, don't bother to chide, these pathetic lemmings swept away by the tide. Peer off in the distance as you fight off the chill. You must climb still further to the top of the hill. Play the tailor to time, cut and trim, make it fit. Find the time in your life. Take time to enjoy it.