Sometimes the mountain top
Seems far, far away.

Out of focus.
A grime-rimmed
Mirage.

One foot after another
becomes
A bitter refrain.

Nerves and muscles spent,
Only the light streaming from our heart
Can slingshot our body
To the summit.

Our soul is
already there.

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