What is it we truly seek?
It's hard to think straight while we sheepishly crawl forward into the vast beyond.
Difficult to find any optimism in the new intimidating unexplored landscape.
Never been here before.
Desolate and bleak with not a sole to be seen.
This isn't my war! I didn't ask for this but still the fight has to continue.
Under the cover of darkness is our time now.
We see but don't want to be seen.
Stealth is our ally as we silently march on.
The night has a deathly chill and eerie silence.
The world stands still. As do we.
Is this the calm before the storm?
Is this what we truly seek?