The Liberal Lens: Finding Life in the Moment

Walk with me, if you will, to year’s end,
through a world suspended in frozen hush.
Shadows mold our footprints in pale snow,
under the gaze of the ever watchful Moon.

Our steps evoke the crunch of lone notes,
a hesitant song that shatters a fragile peace.
A mournful elegy, each footstep we create,
beneath a vast and unforgiving starry sky.

The frigid wind hums a soft, solemn hymn,
as our march through the forest continues.
Passersby in a still, frozen world we are,
our path carving a morose, constant scar.

That is the price we pay for how we live,
Our path paved by tearing through that quiet.
No leader has even been known for silence,
change, a loud and unyielding symphony, defiant.

And in that roar of defiance, change is born,
capturing even the Reaper’s gaze, even he is torn.
His path parallel to our own, as we remain unaware,
waiting to catch us, when we reach the forest’s end.