Who
Who is to know what the future will hold, the future from here to forever
Who is to say what the fate has in store, the fate that has brought us together
Who is to judge if it’s right or it’s wrong, the judge who created existence
Who is to ponder the meaning of lore, its spirit, its magic, its essence
Who is to venture the wandering path, the path that evolves with the season
Who is to witness the wonders unfold, the wonders defying all reason
Who is to catch the songs born in the breeze, whose resonance permeates matter
Who is to sing and to dream and to dance to rhythms unheard by another
And who is the witness who waits at the door, whose countenance is oddly familiar
The patient companion you knew from before, a glimpse of your soul in the mirror
