Blindly I step into the mists of tomorrow.
No looking back into yesterday’s world, of laughter and sorrow.
Stripped of regrets, I move on forward , destiny awaits in all her glory.
Where will I be, this time next year
Will I be in this chair in this room, here?
Or, far away or near, strange, I have no fear.
Excitement of the unknown is in my soul
Having swept away those, who have taken their toll,
Forward I go into the unknown.