You cannot have the roar of the ocean without it's many rivers;
Even though we attempt to live in reality most dwell in insanity
And as the clock tics and most of us wish there will never be another commodity
like the commodity of the present
So with that in mind keep on training and continue preparing for the test
Because seek not to know for whom the bell tolls,
it tolls for thee and it tolls for me;
After glancing back at random thoughts rivers run dry while lakes reduce and subside
For I wonder as I wander as I pause to ponder what lies on yonder
Sniffing the aroma of the black roses as folks stand still in frozen poses
Count that day lost whose low descending son
has found the hand nothing worth wild done
but reach beyond the frozen pound and grasp the golden ring of hope;