Trudge

Trudge

Through somber gates

Restless wood and wind

Visions of past encounters and all the many men alike

A fleeting future that longs to be forgotten

Blame cannot be past for such desire

Take me now as I am

Tomorrow I will realize my potential

But no sooner than that

Not until times change

Perhaps lost forever is every soul of this generation

Though no fault of ours

It will all be our fault

Where will you be when you remember where you were

Uncertain days loom ahead

History before it happens

As an unrelenting storm brews beyond the horizon

Unmistakable is its warning

I refuse to seek shelter

If the masses ever realized their limitless potential

No nation would have a name

We live before the awakening

Through somber gates

Tamped sand by wave

We trudge forward