Opportunity is born
When something else dies.
This road never ends,
It stretches to the skies.
When you think you have it figured out,
When you think you've finally reached the end,
Something changes and chance is taken,
So you start from the beginning all over again.
It's never the same, though;
It's different each and every time:
Just like no two mountains are alike;
Each one is different to climb.
Out in the universe, right now,
Stars are dying, burning out;
But every time one of them dies,
In its wake, another will sprout.
And after every divine dusk
Comes the beautiful dawn –
Because there is always a reason
For carrying on.