As the belief set in,
Something stirred from within.
A beam shot through,
My guide to help out of the blue.

I fight to keep my cup up to hold,
The filling is worth more than gold.
I follow the light through the mists,
With my eyes and my hands quickly grow fists.

The end is so far still,
How can I fit the bill?
Yet strength begins to run through me.
I know I can reach what I see.

Will grows with my steadfast stance,
Then I move forward with my second chance.
Peace will be mine,
Fresh air has given me nothing but time.

Patience and determination have brought me here,
Just to give you something to peer.
With new breath, I tell you,
There is a way to make the day brand new.

It's hard to know,
When knee deep in ebb and flow.
Legs weakening to stand,
with your feet buried in the sand.

If you pull one up,
you'll lose your balance and even your cup.
One we keep selfishly filled,
While others sit in what they spilled.

The whole balancing act,
Unknowingly keeping us back.
From the overreaching progress,
of what may be regress.

What was the goal?
To keep us whole?
I'd like to drop my part.
I don't believe I have the heart,

To keep moving unknowingly on.
Past what we saw of dawn.
Laying down I have my relief,
"I've reached my end." is my belief.