Climbing over mountains
seems to be my plight.
I try this and that;
yet always out of breath.
The stones too hard to crack as I try and go through it.
So climb I do.
No mind, no thought.
And every peak I reach,
I see just another mountain with a peak and nothing that I wanted.
It could have been the crisp air,
Or the stubbing of my toe,
that helped my mind awaken.
Nonetheless I saw a path and realized;
that sometimes the straight path is to just go around it.