Endless journey

Step after step,
I carry myself forward through a hike with no view.
No moment of relief of gazing out into the depths of the evergreens, 
while listening to the chirping birds
and taking in the smell of the crisp air.

I've been climbing and climbing
and each day I get a tiny bit higher.
But the mud is dragging my feet,
the rocks are getting steeper,
and I am losing hope in a battle with no way to win.
Each time I get to a lookout I get a rush of motivation,
just to start from rock bottom when I realize there's alway more.
Always more to do.
Always ways to keep climbing higher.

I'm making excuses of course,
"The conditions are fine!" they say,
but then why am I still climbing?
Why am I fighting to keep up with others
when I may just be on the wrong path?
One day I will walk down this mountain.
I will stop trying to reach an impossible summit,
and I will find a journey that doesn't need an end.