This year was like running in the country.
Running up the tallest hill
Just to trip and fall on the way down
Laying in the dirt wanting to give up
You get up anyways, walking home just to come back the next day
The sky is grey but you don't mind
The clouds help you as you make your way back
Instead of running, you walked
Thinking everything through
You almost reach the top
You're so excited, you missed a step
Stumbling a little, you catch your balance
Focusing a little more, you take a step
the other side looks the same.
Nothing is different
Yet this is the most beautifull spot you have ever walked across
You head back down after a moment or two.
Not noticing the smile on your face.
You walk a little lighter,
Your eyes a little brighter,
And you feel so much happier.
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