Toward the Next

2026 goes by in whispered strides

Some doors swing wide, some dreams we hide

We lost a bit, we learned a lot

And kept on walking wounds and all

Not every flame is meant to burn

Though every step is at one time earned

Through fractured plans and midnight doubt

We mapped new stars and rough it out

So now we stand - not at the end

But on the brink - calloused hands

What waits ahead is not yet clear

But we are not the same as last year.