On with the game and away we all go,
Living our lives in one way like the rest,
As though there were no beauty here to show
And we were not here in some sort of test.
It's either true or else it's all a dream,
All these little miracles that we see
But maybe things are not quite how seem
And we are not the way we seem to be.
I want the universe to prove me wrong
Or prove me right and let me grow and change
Or let me hear the worlds that sing along
When I think I'm alone and out of range.
I'll not give in when things are looking grey,
But turn myself to light and lead the way.