The Presence
I feel the presence,
Of a new beginning,
My instincts flare,
My conscious knows,
That this is the line,
That I should cross,
This is the path to the best of days,
I wonder why, I see this line,
Am I about to fall,
From what's mine to keep?
I won't let that happen, As I strive to live,
Each day to mean,
More to me as life.