Path 2: Improvement

The climb begins at dawn when time is endless.

We step on our own sets of rosey stairs

painted with the light of the distal sun.

To climb is to live, possibly?

Every step’s altitude is marginally

greater.

The weight of these assumptions are carried

bundled onto our bodies.

What’s the point?

Perhaps it is wrong to assume

that the goal is altitude.

Maybe, to bite the fruit of exhaustion

is more crucial.

To find a better place is conceptually impossible.

I hope

I can guide you

to find whatever you climb

descend

step towards.

I hope to do the impossible

and find your forward.