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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