Endless Journey

The winds are blowing viciously;
the cold is slicing through.
Razor sharp, it cuts the flesh
to shreds in its exposure.

Yet somehow, he withstands it all
and climbs again, to reach the
falling heights. Passion unidentified;
a rage for too long left repressed.
Of this, he's built a strength set on
achieving the impossible.

Endless journey without any destination.
Movements of intensity without a variation.
"Be a man! Withstand the pain. Don't
ever cry out loud." Conditioning so hard
and cruel, that says his human heart
must be unreal.

Yet now he sees a misty image,
standing all alone - there, just at the
summit. Shining like the warmth of
summer sun. Beckoning, she leads
him on and on. When will he ever
reach the loving warmth of her
within reality...?

? Michaelette ?

2/12/2002
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