"we wandered through as restless reckless little wrecks
watching every footfall caressing every step
to the bottom of that path that lead our head past moments where we'd wept
past the erie haunted taverns of hollowed out regrets
pigeon holes of beds in which we once slept
waltzing past them once more with no promise of our rest
we walked onward and inward, grazing sleeping demons
wondered if we meant the vows we'd sworn
swollen feet in weathered shoes battered clothing torn
but seuss was not here in the shadows
nor was there much light, save the end
but walk onward we must for fear of regressing into second guesses
move forward and march on
through the fogs and the mist
through the memories, where we wrested ourselves from monsters
or they rested themselves in us
for now
for more
for better or worse
forlorn
walk on faithful soldier
walk on to the end of your rope
tie a knot or let it go
both will end in rest eventually
but in the trenches of silence we ourselves knew the truth
there would be no rest till the demons were wrestled
till we had succumb to the battle cry heard from the beginning of time
come one, come all, come here now
yes ma'am i will, standing as straight as these weathered bones would allow
and so we marched onward, tempted by the tempest in our wounded watery hearts
the ocean stirred and we moved, again and again
we are nothing new but not yet old
waiting, writhing, wondering once more
we would get there in time
in time we would be
inches from war in the calm of the sea"