Losing It

I respond to losing it with a ratcheting rise of rage
As I ponder the precarious path if I turn the page.
I do savor the sensibility of the silent sage
And yet I gather the grip on a glorious gauge.

A quest lies waiting for us in the setting sun,
Shall we stand firm or will we turn and run?
If your lantern is not at the ready to light the way
The evil enemy eviscerates everything and makes you pay.

The seeds of nature lie in wait with a need
They require disciplined duty to nourish the deed.
Shall we succeed or will we fail at this mission?
Pray that we suffer not a great mortal attrition.

There is no security in clinging to the Status Quo.
We must desperately work against the raging flow,
For if we do not with fervor fight for choosing it
I can without doubt confirm that we will all be losing it.