On my way

Here's to the writing on the wall
the stand tall's when compared to falls
here's to the open sea or the unpredictable streams
heres to  Niagara
known for replenishing the pure
with the knowledge of knowing of the winters springs and winters falls
under the sun instilled in a crowd
with a heart colder than them all
time is here and the future is near
let me make it from here and give me as much time as needed
to make it from here to there
position of A to the position where ill be
no mercy towards success because it has yet to have made me
on the road but i second guess the next move
similar to chess
what would happen if i were to leave?
but i know for certain there's no turning back
so toast to the henessey when its black
and the vodka when its clear
toast to the hearts
which were sown
after each and every tear
tired of taking shots
cause right now, things seem for-ever-clear