do you ever hear your name being called

turn to find the source is no where at all

just another case of the unexplained

just another makings of some cantrip

do you ever find you're shaking inside

your hands seem to work without rhyme or guide

a bundle of nerves with no where to go

good or bad destination is not known

do you ever feel that one is close by

yet you don't know them and you wonder why

to know the end before the book is read

yet you keep reading turning page by page

have you ever rode the tides of the wind

not caring where it blows trusting the end