We set out for the possible
With ardor as our guide;
Sometimes there is no obstacle
But yet we turn aside

Sometimes we feel, as we get close
We need to turn about;
Or maybe, still continue on,
But on a different route

Not that we did not want to go
Wherever we were going;
But some things, we just think we know
Before there’s any knowing

We set out for the possible,
Our place in history;
But let our limits keep us from
All that we’re meant
To be