Keep Climbing
By Anonymous
I am oh so bored,
like seriously, I'm real
bored with this living.
Can’t talk much with friends.
Quarantine seems like it never ends.
A stream of consciousness pervades.
I’m dreaming.
Of what? I do not know.
Of one day? I hope.
Keep climbing.
Day one.
Today is day one.
One can dream, or one can live.
Forward.
Wisconsin’s state motto.
Move forward, not back.
I keep to myself, for better and for worse.
I’ve learned more about what it’s like to not be me.
I’ve learned more about what it’s like to be me.
Now I need to move, through the gateway and over the bridge.
What do I say?
The best way to describe my summer is like this:
. . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ...
A lot of nothing and a bit of something.
A valley between two mountains.
Now I climb up.
But it’s laborious.
And I still don’t know what will be at the top.
Keep climbing.
That was my summer. I climbed up, looked around, and then kept climbing.
There were some good sites. Some I can name and some I choose not to.
I saw Red and Blue, endless fighting, a beautiful mess. I saw a pixelated, controlled world, contrasting reality. I saw some life, some said “hi”, some sat there beautifully, some did both. But yet I was climbing, feeling alone. I learned. Learned so much yet so little. Sat together yet forever alone.
I kept climbing and I will continue too.
So what did I lose? I lost a purpose.
And what did I find? The way to a new one.
By Anonymous
I am oh so bored,
like seriously, I'm real
bored with this living.
Can’t talk much with friends.
Quarantine seems like it never ends.
A stream of consciousness pervades.
I’m dreaming.
Of what? I do not know.
Of one day? I hope.
Keep climbing.
Day one.
Today is day one.
One can dream, or one can live.
Forward.
Wisconsin’s state motto.
Move forward, not back.
I keep to myself, for better and for worse.
I’ve learned more about what it’s like to not be me.
I’ve learned more about what it’s like to be me.
Now I need to move, through the gateway and over the bridge.
What do I say?
The best way to describe my summer is like this:
. . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ...
A lot of nothing and a bit of something.
A valley between two mountains.
Now I climb up.
But it’s laborious.
And I still don’t know what will be at the top.
Keep climbing.
That was my summer. I climbed up, looked around, and then kept climbing.
There were some good sites. Some I can name and some I choose not to.
I saw Red and Blue, endless fighting, a beautiful mess. I saw a pixelated, controlled world, contrasting reality. I saw some life, some said “hi”, some sat there beautifully, some did both. But yet I was climbing, feeling alone. I learned. Learned so much yet so little. Sat together yet forever alone.
I kept climbing and I will continue too.
So what did I lose? I lost a purpose.
And what did I find? The way to a new one.