A head that is weighed down by the albatross
is forced to face a forgotten ground
that it’s roamed across for all these years

Tracking tread and traces
Between rocks and hard places
Through labyrinths and mazes
Puts one through the paces

Tripped by something ancient
Covered up for generations
Queue the excavation
A tall task to be undertaken

Oh what restraint
to abstain from spoils of discovery
A childish game
to rush for the alien so readily

So charge in head long

Start the dredge
until you unearth the other end
Then go beyond
Slow descent
until you're falling up again
Mining every mile for all there is

Brush away collecting dust
Polish off corroding rust
A breakthrough growing nearer
But first to face the mirror

Oh what restraint
to abstain from spoils of discovery
A childish game
to rush for the alien so readily

So charge in head long

How many empires foresaw their own fall?
Am I dancing past the drapes of my own curtain call?
How did my “fancy” footwork get me this far?
And for how long will it last?

Trekking down this path
Leave the rest to chance
Never know who you’ll meet
Or what reunions come to be
Implicating others in a selfish sort of journey
But swearing the same oath

Pass on the wealth of what you know
To quench this drinker's thirst
Will the mentor fill the well?
Or the pupil fall in head first?

Oh what restraint
to abstain from spoils of discovery
A childish game
to rush for the alien so readily