The Hill

There is a hill behind my house that changes

With every season, it transforms and makes me

 Roughly move on from waiting to rolling.

 I have known that hill my entire life,

At the hill’s end all is night filled with strife;

It is flat and ready for an ambush.

I have never chased anything but truth

Which always leads me into a battle.

On the hill top my body leans forward

And the sky stretches far upward:

Up, up, up the sky appears boundless

My feet are almost lifted from the ground,

My selfish soul, she wants to soar, painless.

But down below lies a glorious fight

The priceless prize Truth begs my mind, “seize me!”

Resolve flings my body down to the night.