Memories pulled from my hearstrings,
Snap, snap I go,
Staring at the cloudy sky as drops,
Screened my soul,
Weary skin deep,
Reliving days gone by.

March, march I go,
Slogging to a long forgotten song,
The rusty tunes of lost times,
Filtered the air,
My nostrils bled dry, the wind a silent mouse,
Time and time again.

Climbing this mountain is no...