Some will go forth, strive
Head uplifted, out of the sand
Eyes trained ahead, but yet prepared
And into each new situation, dive
Some stop and turn, ponder
Watch while others stream ahead in vain
Though yet towards the same eternal end
From the path inexorable, they wander
What blind eye perceives each stride?
Some trust love, some fancy, god's way
Inexpressibly pushed, driven by fear of woe
All established, they just ride the tide
If paths cross, some may stop smart
Absorb our stories, listen and tell true
But from what fabricated want of expression
Do we recount, renew, create art?
This tide relentless, firm, bequeath
Unto our spawn, who'll head forth
By our guide, as we once were, till
Reach a forest dark, wherein we find beneath
All our aspects
Lost, alone, as one