Forevermore

You had your goal, your aim, your dream.
You knew you could not lose.
Your path was laid before your feet.
You did not have to choose.

The pain you saw another felt,
You'd never have to feel.
New wounds could never slow you-
You were certain that you'd heal.

No matter what could happen,
You would push on just as strong.
You'd live your dream, and prove your aim.
Your goal could not be wrong.

For goal or dream any higher
Could not be mortal-found.
Or so you thought, until you fell
On hardened, stone-cold ground.

Around, you looked, and viewed, in shock,
A multitude of foes,
Hardened warriors all,
Unconscious, in broken rows.

Victory in sight.  Foes
At your mercy, all.
When from deep inside you
There came a strange, new clarion call.

"Let rest what rests," said Call did say
"Leave these who always stayed.
"A chance to rise above them...
"This, the chance for which you've prayed."

Then new sight, fresh understanding
Into your mind did glow.
This was the time to leave old habits.
To let each last one go.

To set your sight upon the heights
'Pon which you're meant to stand.
Push onward and press upward,
Just like you've longed and planned.

Last year, last month, last hour,
You left them each behind.
With unwavering greatness
You now are firmly aligned.

Tis you, O battler, to whom I speak,
You who, these words, now read.
You do now, and you will,
Forevermore succeed.

Adam Scott Campbell