The Mountain Run

Oh no, The world has melted over. We slide down every foreign affairs failure, Crash through bargaining chips and hapless promises. I'd never seen a mountain so steep and you'd never seen one so dark. With fears combined we muster a flicker of courage and careen around "Under Construction" signs, hydrants, and half-dead Dalmatians. This mountain run represents the last task laid down by good Mother Burden. Jumping off crates of jagged, rusty jailer keys, we spot flat land and run and run.