Overrun

We leave
We ride on
We move in a constant direction
Following the paths laid before us
Keeping to ourselves
Knowing that what lies ahead requires no discussion
No explanation
We are not driven by fate
But pushed forward by an unwavering force
A desire for change
A need for the new
A place to mend the wounds of latter battles
A place to forgive and forget
A realm of comfort previously unknown
But fatigue overcomes
Our goal seems farther than ever
And the shrill breeze of night engulfs the air