Mountain Climbers
A subtle idea,
Small and seemingly meaningless,
Will soon take form, grow, evolve, consume
The endless hours that I lie awake searching my mind
For each miniscule detail. the smallest reason to push forward
Because one reason to push forward is worth more than a thousand reasons
To give up, to turn away, to forget the dream that I have been after since I took my first breath,
But now is too late to chase what would have changed my life, that which required work
I thought too hard, not worth my time, not possible, missing my chance
To be the great author of tomorrow, based on what I wanted today,
An insignificant roadblock, a distraction, a misplaced piece
connecting to the wrong puzzle, which forced me to
Give up on my dream job,
Give up on my life,
Give up on me.
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