Onward

Step by step,

we forward go.

Life does not make,

it optional.

We shall go on,

indeed we must.

Though cities fall,

and turn to dust.

Onward, onward,

through wind and rain.

Despite the cold,

despite the pain.

For if we stop,

the shadows creep.

They smother us,

and make us sleep.

We hide in them,

and we pretend.

That nothing matters,

nothing ends.

But end it shall,

as end it must.

And every morning,

follows dusk.

For shadows hide,

but not for long.

And our pretend,

is proven wrong.

Though burdens come,

and paths are crossed.

We must go on,

lest we be lost.

-BlackFox (Whose laziness has become strangely addicting.)

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