Another Mile

Another Mile Surfico Be Not Afraid ​Boot meets mud. Blade meets neck. A thousand fallen. A thousand more to check. They rush the front like a broken dam. I am the piston. I am the ram. Clear the path. Reset the stance. Give the dead no second glance. ​Look up! The fortress is a mountain of stone. Look up! The iron towers sit on their throne. But I’ve marched for leagues. I’ve climbed through the pile. Why is the gate always another mile? Why does the distance refuse to sway? ​The horizon is anchored! The fortress is stayed! A cosmic deception! A trap that was laid! I’m gaining no ground! I’m losing no breath! Just inching forward through a valley of death! ​Forward! The target is fixed! Forward! The frustration is mixed! Forward! The logic is broken! Forward! The sentence has spoken! Forward! The spirit is iron! Forward! The pit is a siren! Forward! No end to the road! Forward! I carry the load! ​PUSH! GRIND! WEAR. DOWN. THE. WORLD. ​Still a mile to go. Always the same view. ​Look up! The fortress is a mountain of stone. Look up! The iron towers sit on their throne. But I’ve marched for leagues. I’ve climbed through the pile. Why is the gate always another mile? Why does the distance refuse to sway?