The Mountain
I sprinted down the mountain,
With progress in my heart
Snow-whipped face, wailing wind
Between the peaks that stood apart.
But somewhere on that mountain
I found myself in a pinch
Despite the running, heaving, panting,
I had not moved an inch.
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