Climbing to the Clouds by Sam Flot

Climbing to the Clouds

Walking or waking?

What is all this knowledge for or from?

Where will the path astray lead me?

To the hill or the mountain with no top?

To that forest which begins but is never ending?

Uncertainty rests on my shoulder

Whispering

“Clarity is no where near”

I know for certain

My learning is not yet finished and

Never will be

So I gather my strength to continue

From the blubird sunning his wings on the grass

As I continue climbing to the clouds

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4.28.13