Forward, I move.

By the bonds of servitude, I tread.

I will not stop until I'm dead.

May dawn wake, and noon sleep.

But on I tread, my step to keep.

Breathe in, breathe out.

To face emotional drought.

But forward, I move.

By my bonds of servitude.

May the end draw near for those who falter,

The sky a crimson red.

I shall stay through all dismay.

For who would follow without thy lead?

The eternal road reminds me of forth.

Sweet false compliments to keep me on,

So I'll never lose the lovely bond.

Keep that smile up,

There goes by a moving truck.

Chains bound to arms and legs,

Ignore the existential dread.

Forward, I will move.

Path, I will follow.

Oh the pain of which I swallow.

Direction and word distort,

None of it makes sense anymore.

Sometimes thought takes over life.

Someday pain will take us who push on.

But forward, I will push on.

For if not me, who?

If not me, who?!

Blood stains my ankles that scratch the brace,

Oh here comes my fall from grace.

But no, I choose. Stubborn and bleak.

For I shall never choose defeat!

Onward, I tread.

Forward, I move.

Onto the next life of servitude.