Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Day EightyThree

Strange day of realising
you've overgrown your surroundings.


The same surroundings 
you thought were a mountain to climb
Yet they now appear just
a small hill
you missaw 
as large
in the beginning.

And you've conquered the mountain
long before you could see
it was a hill.

Yet the passers-by 
who encouraged the mountain illusion
can only still see the peak from the bottom.
And the ones who knew 
it was a hill
from the start
are warm-hearted 
for your better eyesite
and switch of angle.

Last shift.
Or so it became.



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