Before my time

Whilst the moons aligns with the stars 
I wallow in my existence 

Swaying from side to side 
To the left, where nothing's right
Or to the right, where's nothing left? 

One says that I must try 
I must try and I must fight 
To the death of my old soul 
And 
The renewal of my new mind 

Then one whispers in my ear 
And tells me my soul is tired 
And I should just rest 

And I know I should because I am falling I am on my knees and I am grasping and clinging to the last few hands trying to help me 

But I don't hold on too long. 
Maybe for a minute, or two 

Then I let go 

And I fall into my destiny