The path stretches forward, a straight, narrow road,
Where the footsteps we leave grow faint and erode.
We forge ahead, eyes fixed on the distant light,
Yet shadows behind us dissolve out of sight.
The faces once close, familiar, now gone,
Their laughter, their warmth, like echoes withdrawn.
A hollow expands where love used to thrive,
The weight of their loss keeps our ambition alive.
We press on in silence, this lone soldier’s song,
Each step feels justified, yet feels so wrong.
Our hearts grow hardened, defenses surround,
As memories echo, dark and unbound.
There’s no turning back—no space to rewind,
But each mile that’s gained leaves scars in the mind.
We quicken our pace, to outpace the ache,
This life we have chosen, for power’s sake.
Paranoia sharpens, shadows grow bold,
Are we truly advancing, or merely growing cold?
With each friend abandoned, each love left behind,
We wonder what worth in the goals we’ll find.
Yet still we march on, on a path long and wide,
Leaving remnants of selves on the wayside,
Alone in our vision, alone in the fight—
Bound to our purpose, we fade into night.
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