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.