The future-- Wild

I search for method to my madness
But, alas, there seems to
No systematic type of anything at all
I fumble, I crawl
I grope in the darkness
I bounce off the wall
And I fear there ain't no prize winner here
No
I'm just a pilgrim on a journey through life
Wading in the river of joy and strife
And through some process
I've come to realize that
I must relinquish control

(The Pilgrim Song, Patsy Moore)