So we go on
because there is no other choice
no better opportunity
than the road laid out before us
so we ride
into the horizon
and whatever waits across that line
separating what comes
from what came before
what led us for so long
to here and beyond
All we know is moving forward
so we take that step
and the next
on and on and onward ho
until we take the last
Something waits for us out there
and I’ll be damned if we don’t find it
around that next corner
across that line
footstep after footstep
what other choice is there?