Warpath

Embarking on the journey we all take
Life cycles in patterns of summits and pitfalls
Running on common ground divided
What’s the end game and what is the means to get there?

This life is not the destination
Nevertheless we forge vision in the temporal
Time figures into cost when monetary value is resigned to material dreams
Circling mountains trying to find a way up hill to remake home

Independence savored against the burden of crippled development
Learning to run on broken legs that heal crooked
Every step taken with a slant towards the foot I favor

Whose straight and narrow do I follow?
Enduring to arrive somewhere in between
Lives built towards the means of more luxurious ways to die

Every second is but a waiting room for eternity
Laying aside the weight of former things
I fall and get back up again
It’s not in me to give up
When life is a warpath, every moment is fight or die…