Push Through

Pushing on through

This endless entangling path.

Don't have a clue

The source of its wrath.


See into the colors, calling true forms,

Ancient future moment visions.

Felt coming through in storms,

Space and time feel the collisions.


Each moment becomes all the unremembered dreams,

Every body knowing each other well.

Me or you, here and there, apart at the seams.

I tried to rise up stronger each time I fell.

-Ed Tajchman