The Rising Flow

So many nights, I’ve gazed at the sky
Watching the stars and moon
In the end I’m left with a sigh
No answers coming soon
Keep on walking, on the trail
No fears left to subdue
Except the one of being frail
At the moment of high noon
How much farther do I need to go
How many falls before I know
The rising flow
Getting to the, bridge so long
Across a need to tread
Can’t see how far, the fog is strong
Got to go or I’ll be dead
One step at a time, the planks are worn
The rope is wearing thin
Before I know it, the line is torn
Falling down, once again
How much farther do I need to go
How many falls before I know
The rising flow
From the abyss, start on the right
With everything you have
When getting pushed, fight or flight
A joke from the past
All types of beings, that you’ll meet
Not all are human
What it means, from your feet
Will be a foreign land
How much farther do I need to go
How many falls before I know
The rising flow