It was like falling,
And knowing nothing of what lies below
Yet jumping, diving
And enjoying every minute of it,
Before hitting the pavement.
It was like driving,
And knowing nothing of what lies ahead,
Yet going, accelerating
And loving the racing wind,
Before hitting the end of the road.
It was like swimming,
And knowing something of what lies deep down under,
Yet braving the tides,
The storm, and the waves
Before hitting the iceberg.
It was enjoying every moment–
Good or bad, knowing nothing of the future:
The pavement, the road’s end, the iceberg.