Excuse me logic,

The path to the mountain is excruisating.

The path of the path is daunting.

The road to the path can be exhausting.

A road of the path is so long.

A road made bricks and stones,

while I see none but my own;

. are so sympathetic.

. .is a long ride.

. . . with no end in sight.

I have invented what my mind can percieve.

I innovated my excuses to supercede.

Stopping only for food, shelter and drink.

Viewing the good scenery of you and me.

Near at the end, I see the mountain.

Its me,

my mountain of thinking.