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