Order of Events

When at first you won't but read
take a step don't try you'll see
on the path there will be choices
heed not one insistence voices

be at one with right this moment
worry not if story's cogent
fate will say I love you more
hate not how you throaty roar

saying much and not at all
measure not the rank phone call
nature's hill on which you'll die
has no feelings, go on cry

born with always ever late
appetite to never sate
when in doubt just go on move
that's the way to finding groove.