In the middle of my drive
I find a breath and prepare to stride
To the far side of my abilities
To the height of my beliefs
And I find an opening in the wall
That carries me to an infinite opportunity
Drifting, drifting,
Like a canoe on a lazy river
Where hope and dreams collide
With the occasional hidden rock
But the stamina in my heart
Grows wildly to carry me over the bumps
And soon enough, the fog clears
And I am back to smooth sailing again
