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There’s like ten thousand mountains to cross And I haven’t even started climbing one All these musings lead to a far off place To a future that’s already been surely won Today feels lost in such a sluggish pace Clouds cooperate too well to set a mood One, an ambience of ominous blatant drabness Another, of veiled hope — depending on attitude Plateaus on hills flood the vision in my eyes A backdrop of grays enshroud the muted greens I’m looking far ahead, only as sight permits But that’s as far as I can traverse, or so it seems First step has been taken: too little, too late? A minuscule dot on the map, unnoticeably etched October winds blowing steadily — hoping southbound Filling out lines of eternity effortlessly sketched Finite, obscured, and oh so elucidated flesh Sitting atop the tower; thinking; perhaps abscond? Infinite, visible, and unmistakably, undeniably true Condescend, take control, penetrate soul and beyond