Past, Present, And Future Poem by Stefan Hanson

So long have I beaten down the trail,
Following the path.
Set down from brother to brother
although I was always late in life
Now I see an end to the path

As a long tradition must ultimately go away
As he went off course, to go away
so far I can no longer see him
so far I can no longer feel him
leaving me to blaze the way
With no will to be
and no drive to join
the league of those who where not to be

step after step I go on
On the path untraveled,
yet so many have passed along
Will I find my prosperity
Will I find poison and danger
does it even matter
cause I shall be great or nothing at all
even if it means I shall be nothing
but as long as I am something
I shall strive to be more than something

although I don't know
how to deal with me
to to seek recourse in my eternal dream
or to fear my inability to escape it
Knowing all I would find outside is nothing
what path will I find to be my own