I don\'t know when exactly it all changes
When the road approaches its final stop
I guess it would be stressful to know it
Unless, of course, you\'re looking forward to arriving
I can see how that might be a relief to some
But what if your expectations were damaged
Or even worse, what if some of your hope is gone
It is a tenuous state to be in, for sure
When the road is coming to a definitive end
When beginnings don\'t start off very well
The paths are never as straight as they should be
They tend to stray, and as interesting as they may be
Confusion can settle in, and certainty can be lost
At that point there can only be fate, destiny
When you\'re free to fall into your ultimate role
And follow the road to its intended end
Maybe some of that can explain the trepidation
Of knowing exactly where your future will send