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