Walking.
Never see the ground beneath our feet, evne though it's the foundation for evert step we take.
Move on.
The light that shines in our eyes leaves shade behind us.
Never looking back.
Looking forward, burning the path we walk on, bury those things we leave behind, beneath us.
Move on.
Looking forward.
Bury those things we must surpass.
Our roots are dying.
We're walking over graves.
Planting new flags and burning the old.
Tearing down the old school falling, leaving shade behind us.

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