By Nathan Hunnicutt
The path is carved by the man that has come before me.
It is to be set for glory,
But is contained by a neon green wall.
The ceiling is carved out of the arbor of old and new,
Only sunlight light can pierce through its entangled web,-
But always fades away with the clouds.
Deep into the depths,
Voices echo off the walls,
But I cannot understand what they mean to say.
The dirt beneath my feet breaths the same air,
But it is too different.
This, a new world like no other,
Continues to fight the never ending battle with time.
“That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind,”
The journey has just begun.