Slowly I lose myself in drudgery
Trudging up and up the worn path
Others have taken before me.
I see the footprints single file
None return from whence we came.
I find the bones that gave way
Turning to dust or filth.
Some weren't strong enough
To withstand the struggle
Fighting for what we know not
Under masters we see not.
Wearily I keep going
This ends soon,
I hope.