The Again Hill

The Again Hill by Jack A.S. Dunce I don't know why I'm on this Hill. I truly thought I've had my last Of scaling heights for someone's will, And yet again I'm in the past. I've run away a thousand miles. At least it's what I feel I've done: The aches have lingered for awhile; My feet are lead, they weigh a ton. I've never looked back when I fled -- A lesson learned from past mistakes; I've focused on what lies ahead, And threw away all my keepsakes. Despite each deliberate step, Although seemingly rearranged, I ended on the same doorstep, As though nothing has truly changed. --🏵️-- ©️pgmr 11/18/2025