We wander, we strive

we fall again and again

we grow old, we die

but it is not the end.

Get up off the ground

move forward, climb on

we will make it up this mountain

the second time around.

I have decided to write, even if I know it’s not good, even if I don’t have any ideas. I need to get it out, get it on paper, and hopefully in the process I will stumble upon some kind of improvement.