what strange future will unfold this darkness now to dispell? what dreams can heretofore untold be told now all too well? For this a new day, and a new age, and a new dream and if by chance we percolate the inner demons of olden gleams we find we have but one more moment, and one more thought and it is new, and yet it is not for the future, the past, and the present are told not by the courageous, not by the bold,
but by those who walk, and who dare to dream of a future running, perchance to seem somehow brighter, somehow more and not hurtful, not a bore Just people, walking forward, step and breath and step again and finding their way into the future by these steps and then simply never stopping, never being willing to fade and simply being willing to pay what must be paid the future unwritten, the past unfolded now behind, Shall we walk my friend? And be no more blind?