Endeavor

Where are you?

Alone?

Acting tough but I know it's a waste

You're afraid

You taste your own blood as it trickles down your forehead

You don't have much time

Split in two like glass divides

Across the land a trodden sea

Perhaps a path to what's beneath

I can't see much farther with my dark colored shades

So I jump out the plane and brace for a lane I can follow

See you all tomorrow

If tomorrow meant forever

From,

The Eventual Endeavored