I would recognize the reason
A voice inside told me so
I hoped that what I would find
Would shine a bright beam of light
Across these stepping stones
I felt that flutter inside
It worked its way from my gut to the top of my head
I expected the best
Ready or not
I carried the weight of the world
That shrank to fit in the bed of a truck
Free to make my very own luck
With wheels that spun on the belief
That every mile traveled
Mirrored loves potential increase
I became what I had to get along
Shifting shapes from a girl, to a tree, to a cat
Riddle me that, riddle me that
Ready or not
I can walk on the top of the snow
Spring and her tender green display
Hiding below
At the start so easy to please
Consumed by all that falls in between
Now the end is just the beginning