Soldier On

we are rising empires

breathing with the light hold our arms aloft following

will-o-the-wisps through bogs

our feet churning through the groggy fogs of dawn

marching to our destiny

we are forcing our will

against the pillows holding us hostage through waves of

lethargy the lullaby of graces and muses amuse our

worn senses leave us in curious gazes grazing through time

lapses of reason laps through the season

time warps our minds cradles our spines

we are rising forces to be reckoned with the reckoning gushing through our eyes like rapids in the glistening rays of the morning sun

upright onward we are just

forward thinking imbeciles under the midday heat beating delirium of purpose through the deafening rapid fire as we move through the ashen faces of

the wayward the deadened reconciling our childhood to the future emerging cortex anticipation beckons and bolsters our courage spending twilight hours marching toward the battle ground where destiny is pitted against will where hope is heavenly manna and truth is bitter herbs our tongues coated with the singular hymn it is in sight

adjusting our lenses we are late-night fence mending upending the polluted nets of solitude unwelcome memes plentiful in our dreams

but the bounty of mediocrity is drowning under the swells of riches at the crossroads

of glory and resignation

we are rising soaring fixated

where past and present propagate from a small mound of ashes

we are the phoenix taking flight crying the names of the past

shake the embers from our wings

loose the talons of our immortality

beat our wings against the winds of change

voices yelling compelling us to advance hearts swelling with pride collapse in a stance of unbelief

we are rising empires

breathing with the night

hold our alms aloft following

hallowed dawn