Trudge On, Trudge On

When the clock ticks silently; And rest has left, all abandon; Take a few steps, breathe quietly; And trudge on, trudge on, into the horizon. When presence is a mist; And thus walks in aberration; Stand and remember the gist; And trudge on, trudge on, into the horizon. When your shoulder has a chip; And pleas are met with accusation; Well your eyes and seal your lip; And trudge on, trudge on, into the horizon. When your arms are out; And warmth is just an allusion; Remind yourself that it’s okay to shout; And trudge on, trudge on, into the horizon. The world is dark and it is difficult to see; But do not give in to aversion; Understand that you have a place to be; And trudge on, trudge on, into the horizon.

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