To what far and distant shores shall my feet kiss?
I wonder where the sands of time will take me.
Who’s face shall I forever miss?
An ever-changing heart knows no fate.
So may I not get lost in the affairs of the heart,
keep my compass stead, get thy bearings ready for the start.
Life is a lot to live,
Some are lost,
Some search for aeons,
Looking for direction, they lost the mark.
Who’s knows ones fate?
I, the Fool?
To a moments notice flees his fickle mind,
ready for adventure, for pleasure.
What shall be his fate?