The never ending climb

by | Feb 5, 2021

Trudging up the hill with weary feet,
On a treadmill that never ends.
The summit is a mirage,
I reach out to grab it and it
Turns to dust.

I’ll keep trudging on, with weary feet,
Can’t turn back now, I’ve come so far.
One day, I’ll reach the top,
I will
I will.


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