We baited hooks with subtle reward in mind.
Little mattered then, still, little matters now.
The plans we made were designed to perpetuate through snakes of life.
We left too much faith in the pieces to fall into place while we spent the meantime carving our own ways. Little choice we had then. Nothing but choices to make now.

If I'm anything like you, before we can decide another day has passed, 
Hand over hand.
And if you're anything like me, we're trying to catch up to fleeting frames, 
Headlong into sand.

Now we're floating off to where we thought we'd never be.
Your kid's strings are stretching weak.
This distance is unraveling.
Please, still see, that happiness is there for you to reach.
You left it where it waits for you to climb.
How endowed we are to be alive.

Let their songs sing you home.
The heartstrings hooked in your throat will land you right where you were always supposed to be, transcending pity held for you or me.
We will always want, they're the ones that need.