If we could just get on with it.
With the way we wish to be.
Not given to our base demand.
Rather risen toward our inner us.
If we had the heart for heavy things.
And stood to bear what brought us here.
We might have moments of regret.
And curse all those who lead but left.
Though of the past we’re best to slide.
Without forfeiting what’s to be had.
Still remain we with much to achieve.
But so have others with familiar days.
So on we on until it’s time.
When we’ll have our chance to breathe.
