Not once do we glance back, for we are always
ready, always waiting
The invisible hand can claim us now.
We are caught unawares
The adventure we seek is but the next task,
One that starts this inevitable journey
Never forget it, never can leave it.
A constant companion, not ever fleeting
It never truly leaves.
Not until we are free.
Not until we can truly see.

a poem by miriella jiffar