For no apparent reason
He's out of breath
It's getting harder again
Maybe he should just stop
 
He walks the path
He always did
But the sun set again
And he already forgot what night was like
 
He forgot the enveloping uncertainty
The addictive inaction
He's not scared like he used to be
Nor as blind
 
But at night, he's still uncertain
And it's still hard to see
He can handle dehydration, and walking uphill, and the vultures
But he just wishes the path would stop being so narrow
And that it will lead to another day
 
He knows it will
Just have it come along faster