Filled front to back with pages of dots;
Connect the numbers to see what you've got.
You weren't aware you were climbing Life's ladder,
that connecting the dots would always matter.

Would it be a fish? A willow tree?
A pirate ship bounding 'cross the sea?
A high moon shining among the stars?
A baby napping? A man from Mars?

You didn't know what your pen would reveal,
you held your breath and would be so still.
As it became clearer, you would recognize
a perfect picture before your eyes.

But you grew up and had places to climb,
there's no time for games or nursery rhyme.
There's roads to pave, schedules to meet,
Bridges to burn, people to beat,
Stuff to buy, bills to pay.

Then suddenly, you halt one day.
You look around, you stop and say

Where am I? What do I do?
What am I seeing? Who are you?
Decisions! Decisions! Which way do I go?
What if I'm wrong? How will I know?

When this happens, as it does to us all,
then listen as a Special Book calls.

Fill your heart and mind with pages of dots,
Connect the numbers and see what you've got.
When life is a turmoil and you draw bad lots,
Remember to just keep connecting the dots.