Waiting to spring
Or perhaps to be called

I suppose that is the question

Will we harness and employ
Or sit back and be destroyed

And do not mistake the above
For black and white
For one can be mistaken
And lessons learned help win the fight

So if you take one thing away
Make it motion

But motion is not meaning
In and of itself
Mix prudence
With passion
Instinct and discernment
Bridge the gulf

Our existence
Leaves an imprint
Legacies are all
Ours to live

And while the Path
Is anything but obvious
(Or even a path at all)
I can not shake the feeling

That when it is all said and done

We will know

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