You might know of this in your own life
Where one step seemingly follows another
Yet all the while your direction is being changed
As you climb the steps to the upper deck
Or stand outside in the autumn mist
Waiting for an indicator to flash or a sign to be given
But you were the one, were you not
Who flew to Helsinki, who flew to Stockholm
In your very best blue business suit
You strode through snowdrifts to eat Chernobyl reindeer
You stepped beside the marketeers from the archipelago
All the while letting the direction take you at its will
