For A Moment That Never Arrived

He spent his whole life waiting for a moment but it never arrived

Every day was just another repetition in a memory mile

And as the years keep folding over one another starting over again

He could see it very clearly the endeavor didn't had any end

He could only look behind to see the places that he knew that he'd been

And it was clear that things were different though admittedly he didn't know when

When maybe something introduced a new idea within the line of a verse

And it altered both his vision and decision left for better or worse

Could it be that the objective was to be within the way that he stood?

And maybe it was all perspective as to whether the direction was good?