all that time i thought about these days

fantasizing about that mundane stability

day after day after day after day after

all that time i fought and bled for the

chance to reach a sort of promised peace

day after day, the stability turns out

to be maddening.

funny how we get attached to the struggle

besides smarter men have admitted before me

that He found some absurd joy every time

day after day after day after day after

i would too — oh to see the rock tumble

down again after all that time what a high

and i have to ask, what would i even do

on the peak of that hill?