Toward the future we march
Toward future we see
Not the past, nor present
It is of our blood
When we are told by the old folk
To stop and smell the roses
We disregard the advisement
For it is all we know
How can we do anything else
But what is easy, what has been taught?
Despite that there is so much we miss,
So much we will not see
But you must challenge yourself
You must challenge your blood
Or one day, all that you will see
Is your own setting sun