inhale, exhale

The threshold for discomfort,
          is it ever-growing?
I ask in despair.
Then came down a rush of comfort, putting flowers in my hair.
A test written by the gods of challenge.
Undefinable purpose, nameless method, mysterious balance.
Enraging cheap hits, Exhausting deep cuts
Soothing lavender sunsets, Relaxing eyes shut.



I walk, I walk, I walk, looking down at the foot ahead
Hungry and tired, it seems such a dread
The hill mountain I climb grows higher and high
It won't stop growing until the day I die