Soaring
forth on eagle’s wings,
We long
to see the future.
To know
what is down the road,
To live
without conjecture.
Oh, to
have the piercing eye,
That sees
what lies ahead.
So we
know with certainty,
Whether
to embrace or dread.
This the
plight of mortal man,
To be caught
in pinpoint time.
One small
slice of our life span,
Is all we
can divine.
As we
awaken each new day,
The veil so
slightly drawn,
We step
out in faith or fear,
Until the
final dawn.
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