This Is It Only son of the only one Who ever understood The only one to understand Other than me who could I remember my mother and The memory is good But all of the grownups have gone On to the other side Leaving me alone to go on This existential ride Now for another round or two Here with a hound or two Making it easy to decide To be instead of not Taking this opportunity To make the best of what Is for the rest of what will be Seeing what I am shown Another round around the sun Before this ride is done This is it when I am alone Being the only one Knowing inside to ride the tide Of my reality Seeing what I have always known Going on being me Steven Curtis Lance