Move Forward

What wrath has brought the sea of destiny,
to you it matters not.
You shall orchaestrate a mutiny,
when the sun of hope has rose not.

Move forward my friend,
though the land of past will hold back your plough.
You yourself till your land,
a trend you set for everyone now.

Be the rider of the chariot life,
and dribble through paths hilly and dark.
Be sure of the will horse a strife,
with bend when occurs, you embark.