The thing about hard things

resting for a sec
mid-climb
i wonder how 'twould be
to dance with the wind

to run with the herd
swim with the tide
follow the laughter
and only that

no hard paths
no steep ascents
no miles to go
before i sleep

'tis idle chatter i know
a dalliance with
self-indulgence
that is never to be

a product of my age
more warrior no princess
i turn to battle
in nike-shod feet

two roads and all that
kept the first for another day
but as way leads on to way
i sigh and resume my climb