I traverse as I go because I must, I know,
Not from need, but for thirst to grow.
To search for what it does not show,
For meaning is not given for free, I know.

The road is long, the future unsure,
The questions call, but none are assured.
I must traverse, I know.
The path is unclear, the winds may swerve.
The roads given have turned to grass, thin and faded,
It does not reach the horizon,
It stops.

We stand there,
with our shoes wet from dew,
wondering when the story ended,
wondering why no one told us.
But
The future guarantees no one,
It gives no signs to me or you.
It does not explain itself,
It does not apologize.

It simply waits
to see what we will do,
With the fragile minutes we are given,
One or two.

So I traverse as I go,
not because I want to go,
But because I must, I know.
I lock your warmth inside my chest,
You do not walk this stony land,
Or feel the winter on your hand.
Since it has fallen to my lot,
To brave the world that you don’t need to.

Not for the glory, not for gain,
But to endure, despite the strain.
not waiting for light to guide,
I search in the dark, far and wide.
For meaning’s not in what’s been said,
But in the steps that lie ahead.

I traverse as I go.