The Curse

My mind takes my brain
to be steering my name
into something that makes
me rest in hall of greats.

Yet as these old fingers
keep strumming on boards
I find that my mind lingers
until I’m just bored.

Desire is burning
for something I’m yearning
that isn’t that great
but is what I can’t shake.

So forward is what
I keep heading towards
even when stuck in rut
kneeling for help from Lord.

And when goal’s attained
my whole brain has been maimed
since that gold is now rust
and new height’s such a must.

I wish I could see
any known satisfaction
that made me happy
and no longer need action.

Climbing (Photo credit: Salvadhor)

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