Teaching the Taken

An education is free.

Is there a path to progress?
Is there a future in hope?
Will we rise to every challenge?
Or will we swing from a rope?
Is compromise a holy mandate,
which comes to our souls from on high?
Or are we to seek our survival,
and deal with the guilt with a sigh?
When one falls will it matter?
When all fall isn't it the same?
The runner carried a message,
but now they're just chasing the fame.
Someday the truth will discover,
if we successfully bent all the rules,
the infinite just in a slumber,
when it wakes will we all play the fools?
As the waves have been teaching forever,
head to sure and a work will soon bloom,
the crazy will also proclaim it,
as they convincingly howl at the moon.
The reply is coming in time,
when the question long since foresaken,
what is born will need to be nurtured,
what is a gift can also be taken.