I keep a vigil by my window for it
Perhaps it’s stuck in traffic
Eventually I know that I must face it
Wouldn’t it go much easier on my own terms?
I could just go there, though I’d rather not
But I’ve still a bit of patience left in me albeit the stubborn kind
Still thinking I might have my own way
Maybe I should meet it on the outskirts of town
where the wide open expanse begins
seems more practical I suppose?
Yeah, that actually makes more sense
(how has it happened that things have begun to make any kind of sense?)
There it is in the distance
Hasn’t budged a bit
And they all tell me I’m stubborn!
Guess I better start hiking
That mountain’s not comin’ to me anytime soon
Never heard of a mountain that speaks
I am terrified…
But compelled to it nonetheless
What could possibly go wrong?
In and out…
over and done with
put it behind me once and for all
Well don’t just stand there dumb-founded
How bad can it be?
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