What so we know of things to come?
Of things which have yet to be written
Nothing
Nor can we till the time is here
To do what will be done

Of life, we know little
Of after, lesser still
Only our hopes and belief
In what we cannot see

For ourselves, do we choose our way
Or do others which we see?
Who determines what I’ll be
A higher force than me?

Is it all nonsense
Or is it true and square?
Facts or dreams?
No one among us can say

But as for myself,
I truly do believe in the things that are not seen.