It swept through every land, notwithstanding barriers
the high and mighty crumbled like the rest of the world
there was an abundance of givers and takers
but all pushing forward for the greater good.
The appalling state that the horrendous phage plagued us with
devouring our physical conditions and paralyzing our sanities
many have dwindled as instantaneous as believing a myth
but still, some have found their strengths facing its torments.
The past has held us sometimes loosely like the sands of time.
With heroes seen on monuments, ragged and worn out
As their deeds are blown by the winds of change, losing rhyme.
The books are old, their stories untold, like a whirlwind within the roundabout.
Perhaps sifting us all, and each one has found their call
Perhaps telling us that life must go on though trampling down a resounding fall
Perhaps pointing us to tread somewhere desolate, devoid
Perhaps pushing us to choose the road where the others have trudged.
Maybe the world is weary; it has served us sufficiently;
Maybe the world is aghast with its progress that's too fast;
Maybe the load is now becoming too weighty to endure;
Maybe the bearers of the burden had slumped back, unsure.
It's more apparent than the azure sky, my visions extending.
Past where true wisdom lies, the score is 'bout fighting.
Each day is an enigma we must uncover with faith and hope.
Beyond the chaos, tribulations, and pandemic, we grope.
We don't know what we may find at the horizon's end.
We don't know if flowers and trees will keep growing
But we know that far beyond the darkest bend
The sun will keep on shining.