I started on this road two years ago, thrust out into the cold. And so I set my feet one before the other to find an easy goal. I had to build my belief again. And the mountain was yet far away. But it grew closer as I wend my way, and huge chasms have been crossed. I came from the north, from darkness. I found the woman who brought me here, our paths weaving again. And still there is the mountain. I proclaimed my advances, hiding in plain sight, look at all the work I’ve done. And I have come very far, but I’ve not been bold where I wanted to. Will I ever be a warrior? Still, there is the mountain. I’ve gone all around, my job, my family, my friends my fun, all around the mountain. Foothills, dales, rushing streams shrank at my approach so I could cross, and when I returned from the tree they were rushing again. And still there is the mountain. I have been all around, soon the mountain will be all around me. Nothing to do but face it. Nowhere to go, but up.