Footsteps to Knowledge

Let us gaze toward the sky, for that vision passing by.

As far up as the eye can see, or the highest heights can be.

 

If you can dream of flying above, and chase the fantasy of a fleeting love;

Never you mind an enlightened dare, Just grab the tail of that streaking flare.

"A Worker's Testament"

I have at last, come to believe, in the stigma of this Society.

The wreath of anxiety...I relieve, is a testament to ...my propriety.

I've had the privilege to swallow, an untouched element of pride.

I've sought the full life to follow, and brought others to our side.

With head held high, and never bent, a handout, I'll not willingly seek;

to accept free-bees from my government; or from whomever, though they seem meek.

I have pounded that tough pavement, while roaming, day and night;

seeking a chance that's haven sent, which could revamp my plight.

Although closer and closer I begin to sink, deep down into Earth's gutters...I think.

Still, my headstrong pride refuses to dip, where there's no return; giving up my ship.

To grasp the hand stretching out to me, to charter a course....I did not see.

bearing those gifts, upon which I feed, and that priceless inspiration, I need.

In this land of ours, that is so grand, I want to dream...my print in the sand.

Enjoying fruits of honest labor, you see, like any other man; yet fight to be free.

I'll allow no one, to plan my life; choose my future, or pick my wife.

Need no putting rations, on our table; or paying the rent, not while I'm able.