The Destiny of Eden

We stood at the entrance of a new age. 

Past a garden of all we had ever known,

We found the gate.  

Past what we were meant to know and created to be.

Then why was there a gate? 

And when across the soulless desert, sands lingered into sterile soil, how did we dare march forward?

How could we help ourselves into a land of misery over light?

And so I wriggled between the barb-wired affections of Eden, 

Found where gusts had worn away sand,

And left gaps to crawl through

Why did we reach for what was out of reach?

Why was it within reach?

And why did it dazzle?

We stand at the entrance of a new age.

The gate of all we have ever known, melting in the rage of our mistakes.

The mountain never meant to be found,

An uphill climb, spanning centuries.

Hand over hand, gritting through 

Maybe we were destined to struggle 

Hand in hand, maybe we were destined to hope.