Each night when all has ended
And sleep must be attended to
There is always that feeling
Thoughts of something undone
The full extent unaccomplished
Many tasks, many days going
They pass seasons to the years
Some mundane, some noble
Still a whisper of always more
The worry it will be forgotten
Still to be focused is to live
The adventure is self wrought
Consequences keep fear near
So a balance tips to dare be
Away from those who won't do
No one says to ride them all
But at least ride some near
For each night dreams recall
Each day gone by so dear
Soon it will be time to go on