If you jump into the present, you’ll land on a stepping stone leading you to the next beginning

The path may be clear, 

but you are on a stone hovering over a rushing river

The end is in sight,

but there is a long way to go

Past the swirling whirlpools of gray

Past the black hole of unknown 

Past the red fire of the past 

Until finally the smell of success is in our grasp

The smell of fresh air on a beautiful summer day

Yellow swirling around covering our bodies with warmth

That last step to the new beginning where everything is perfect

Until we jump into the present again and start a new journey