Vintage Routes
If you know not where you are going,
Any road will get you there;
This is for the youth and the senile,
Moving, yet reaching nowhere.
But in ignorance lies debacle,
And that becomes a burden to bear,
For mankind still creates miracles,
And the prowess to face all our fears.
Rise, for the end is not forbidden,
And this life is not our own;
And the truth has never been hidden,
Turns a king against his throne.
The paths we must take may be vintage,
So predict the future, recall the past,
Submerging oneself in a distinct age
Is not surreal but will it ever last?
One clan, one way,
An ample chance to go astray,
Deviating from, yet elevating too,
Let the morrow be brought back to this day
For the past has passed and channeled through
The present routes; But how?
Believe in your roots, the future is now.
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