Over the river and through the woods
Under cover of cloaks and hoods
We hide our faces, one and all
Marching on until we fall.

A pilgrimage to nowhere new
Through twilight fog and morning dew
Walking, running, to a goal.
Diamonds formed from hearts of coal.

Because the horizon never sleeps
Constantly running as each human weeps
With pain from broken feet and bloodshot eye.
Still we march until we die.

And all the fields, they look the same
To the blind, dumb, deaf, and lame.
The mountains match the ones before
And the mountains still in store.

The memories of lives not lived in full
Break forth like dams; a raging bull.
In clear water dreams are seen
Dancing on the teardrop screen.

****** footprints left behind
As the trail continues to wind.
Men carry children with broken souls
Children bury parents in shallow holes.

The march continues on and on
Until we all one day are gone.
And no one thinks to stop and rest
No one wants to fail life's test.

And none can speak of turning round
Crossing back across broken ground.
For none can bear to be caught in the net
The trap of haunting, creeping Regret.