Silent forces sit, waiting in the wings Ignoring cries for wrongs never received The shrill voices of those who gamble with destiny Heard for a moment, then leave a legacy of quiet We have no plan, only reflexes Sleepless, alert, but always silent Burning, though relaxed and hidden The future is our eyelet Silent forces at the corners of time Masters of a history untold Trained by observation and the death of nature Ready for a civilization unraveled There is no nepotism in climbing alone We only inherit what we hold Mistakes slip through our hands Living a century in a day Letting no sentries stand in our way!