All my life
I have seen this hill
Alone in a field
Covered by light green grass
No trees
Blue sky
No clouds
I can only see a certain distance
Only up to the top of the hill
I can not see what lies beyond it
The hill is too big
I can not go backwards
No way of going to the past
I can not go around it
There is no way around
And no matter how long I walk
I can never see over it
Sometimes the terrain is rocky
Wet and muddy
Leaving me feeling like I can never reach the top
Other times the hill is grassy and soft
And the slope is so gentle
It feels as if you are not climbing a hill at all.
But still the hill continues
Climbing and climbing
What is beyond the hill?
I do not know
It could be anything
Could I be heading towards a cliff?
With no means of backing away?
It could even be an empty field
Or even a tree under which I can rest
But there is no way to truly know what lies beyond this infinite hill
Because to know the future
Is truly impossible
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I Was Really Bored.
PoetryWhen I am bored, my mind wanders. I sometimes find myself writing random things. Most of it is either poetry or songs. A lot of it is sort of weird, but I have decided to post some of the stuff that I think is actually good on here for other peop...
