Aspirations

Once aspiring

    looking back is a

         smoke-filled window

               Once hungered for

                      the smoky windows

               rattle their endless resentment

         at the windy obstacles

   passing by

But the deterrents

      the rattles

          the smoky windows

               oh, how comforting

                     their receding motion.

                            and how sweet

                                 to breathe the air

                                  of uphill movement

                                        of struggling roots

                                               of rustling branches

                                                    of open space to be honed

                                            with visions of resolve

                                     emboldening of mind

                               testaments of truth

                         with discovery

                  of unexplored paths

            dusty trails rising higher

     unpaved roads at the ready

 inciting still further aspirations