Stories of the past
Serve
To remind us
Of paths well-worn with
Footsteps
Left behind us
Another year
Another
Setting sun
The hours of toil
Before
The game is won
The trail ascends
The ridge
Appears much higher
Than we can reach
Weighed down
By base desires
The trees crowd in
To block
Our lofty view
But still we climb
Our lives
Are to pursue.
ShadowOcean
2005
Serve
To remind us
Of paths well-worn with
Footsteps
Left behind us
Another year
Another
Setting sun
The hours of toil
Before
The game is won
The trail ascends
The ridge
Appears much higher
Than we can reach
Weighed down
By base desires
The trees crowd in
To block
Our lofty view
But still we climb
Our lives
Are to pursue.
ShadowOcean
2005
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