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Like my father
before me, I consider a past I can't understand
as I grasp at a moment that slips through my hands
and I stumble toward a future concealed in a haze
half faith and half fear and my innocent vision's no longer so clear
I walk on
now I don't know where the days go, they turn into weeks
they turn into years, summers turn into Christmas and they all disappear
and children turn from their childlike trust as their laughter is turned
into tears
still they listen for the voices that we all used to hear
they walk on
from the flash of conception to the flowers on the grave
from the joy of a birth to the coming of age
from the freedom of the schoolyard to the man at his work
from the safety of a mother's arms to the ends of the earth
we walk on
we walk on through the darkness, we walk on toward the light
through the confusion and illusion, through the floods and the fire
we walk back to the future, walk away from the flame
we walk back to the beginning, where we're given a new name
we walk on
-- Tonio K
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