If i could stick the world in my pocket
and refer to it at my leisure,
a pair of pants with pockets full
would offer me much pleasure.

-for every day ,I’d wake to say
" What life to live today?"
and at the end of every eve'
my world would melt away

A new sun to wake to, each night a new sky;
with new morning wispers and new lullibies -
new cares to consider, and new wings to try;
new truths to explore and new places to fly -

If I could keep the world on a chain
and hang it in my closet,
who knows if I’d escape the end
or if I’d merely cause it?

So live each day like it’d your life
‘cause it may be your last
for some day soon we’ll all be home
when all the days have passed

So many roads belie their end -
the choice is ours to make;
but sometimes just our walk
can turn the road we choose to take

Be fruitful, then - plant seeds of love
upon your journey home;
for when we reach the garden
we will reap what we have sown