Forks and the Blind

If there's a time for love, is there a time for hate?
If there is a God, Does that leave room for Fate?

Whats the balance of work and play?
How much of each should there be in a day?

You have to eat; there's bills to pay.
But all work no play means you're Jack today.

Maybe today should be a bit dull,
So tomorrow can be really playful.

"There is no tomorrow!" is what friends say.
The adult refrain says there is no today.

They were the same in their heyday.
Though warn us they may, they seem okay.

So now I'm left with only what I may,
Decide today that I think lays,

On the strange road ahead.
So maybe in the end, I can hold high my head.