The journey.

Today I climbed the mountain top,
struggled to achieve new heights.
I did it all for wanderlust,
just to see the sights.

Beyond the pale horizon,
my gaze shifts to my feet.
As I have prepared myself,
freedom compels the leap.

Fiery words forged on keyboard's anvil,
mind bending, shaping, ironing out.
The muse within inspires decadence,
there is no tiring out.

I see what I've become,
and I know where I am going.
It matters not the path I choose,
only that the road is glowing.

So as I sit and ponder,
what next words are to be written.
It matters not what I write,
only that I'm smitten.

To practice, nurture, and allow to grow,
all this journey brought.
I cannot cease the rhythm now,
it consumes my every thought.

The harmony will rise and fall,
I never want it to stop.
To keep pace with inner reflection,
takes all the strength I've got.