If you really knew how it all went down,
you would step back and take a bow,
because you know nothing of the past,
you couldn’t comprehend it was all too fast.

The path once taken has now turned to dust,
you cannot go down it but you know you must,
what lies at the end is the answer to it all,
but the higher you go the further you fall.

With this in mind you venture on,
leaving all behind you forever gone.
With a faint memory and a quivering spine,
deep within you know you are fine.

So in this question you stop the thought,
with this memory you once forgot.
You tread through this trail awaiting the end,
you look to the sides no companion or friend.

Now on to the task that asks for the best,
asking the question should you lay it to rest.
Or do you stay true and give it your all,
because if you do you will not fall.

By Dane Smidt