One step first, then one more,
One leads to another and habit is formed.
Run to the next and run away from the last,
The desire to be anywhere else but here.
And through the years each step leads on,
Further from who we are, and what could be.
If only we'd see how far we've come.
If only we'd see the trade we've made.
But we are blinded by the lights ahead,
And the fear that soon we'll miss the chance.
To see what we will have soon destroyed,
And taste what is already lost to us.
One more step, one more nail,
No going back to where we last saved.
Each new sight is a return to before,
A time we knew little and prayed to gods.
No answers came and we're to blame,
For we kept on the road to misery,
And here we are no better and much worse,
In a hell of our creation and wants.
One more step and soon we'll arrive,
At the point in time we deserve.
Destination inevitable, the last stride,
For the last takes us over the edge.
Be part of the Hive discussion.
And you may be rewarded.
