We press onwards through the day
No wants, no comforts nor fears
Carrying the as yet unbroken, unbearable weight
Of expectations, of change.
For no one told us to worry
No one taught us to flee
We pushed on come hell or high water
Through roads in the autumn
With trees tossing in the sunset
Our every intention to stop, set down
And explore their intricate brambles
In the thicket of all that was known
And all that was named.
Yet we pressed, forward, towards a future both fuzzy
And clear
Through mountains and valleys built
In our own image, enshrined
By our own minds
A cage of our own making
The lock and key undone
Through a lifetime of getting ahead
And winning the finite games of the world
When in reality what awaits on the
Other side of dogma
Is the infinite, where we find
Not this that or the other
But more of it all
Than we could have ever
Imagined
As we struggled, ceaselessly beat back
On the outside.