Flying Beneath

Tarnished paths, broken trails A yard seems like forever Getting tired from one single step The maze that was made, is clever Damn the man, who said he can Without tiring to the load Makes it simple in his mind Upon this unremitting road Tables turn and glass is shattered He must hurry on his way For it is the will of the unspoken Who watches day to day Several times, it was looked ahead And seen as light from above But no one endeavored as the promised words That had been made from a book of love Impatience and hatred lie deep in his heart But the shadow must be conquered For the moment a craven is sighted by any The enemy grows slowly, yet stronger He keeps his footing along the ridge Overlooking the drop to the canyon floor Hearing several times in his the back of his mind, ‘Is this worth fighting for?’