As I slowly glide through the icy depths of life,
A small leaf delicately flutters by.
It does not land nor pause, but like a knife,
Swiftly slices the surface of the sky.
An endless sea of answers lay ahead,
Tangible only to those who seek truth,
Answers that will not, in any book read,
Be found, nor sought in the prison of youth.
Am I ready to take another step,
And cross the divide between peace and war,
To escape the oppression of the yoke,
That will soon lay broken upon the floor?
It may take many a sunset and dawn,
Though I know the truth will never be gone.