Stagnation

In a dream, I was on a mission. A mission to rescue a nation. A nation in a quagmire. A quagmire not as usual. A high mountain, I had to climb. Climb it, in its nakedness. Nakedness and grassless up to the crest. Up to the crest, it was slippery. Up I looked. It was all stiff nature. Nature hindered me reach the peak. But the peak was my target. Target to reach and take a rest. Middle way, odd winds blew me back. Back, I snubbed to go rancid. Go rancid or move up, I decided. I decided to climb up. Up, I failed to progress. Down, I sat. In my laps, my head I buried to think. Think as new energy I gather. Never, up I shall give. Poem by Mugisho N Theophile