Together, let’s embrace the tide

The wind has changed hand

And the baton has been passed to the other wing.

It is time to strengthen the race, for our quest is not to be reinstituted.

The pilgrimage to the end of the lane is nigh,

Whether we bow or not, it’s a race for the mixed bag.

The lane, the rail, is murky, blurred, and rocky

But with our incessant appetite,

We can liberate the shady path

Knit our doubts and traverse the fire in us.

The baton is cashable

And we, through our merit, moved its conduit

We moved it, but not erroneously;

But through our desire to alter the tide.