Stagnet

The path is winding

Boulders fill my way

I clamber and climb

Feet finding purchase

I get high from my success

But sucked down from the distance to go

Questioning when will my journey end

What is my success

But to continue the climb

Peering back I see the vista

Glaring forward I talk in the peak

Sat on my boulder I wait

Refusing to move on further

Sunrising; Sunsetting

And still I move no further

I am weary from the paths toil

Yet nothing here is changing

I grow stale, muscles atrophy

My mind muggy

Begging for difference, yet body unchanged

Movement no longer understood

Change now unheard

And I rot into the waste

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