The Quest

Everyday, for fifty years-
I have trekked this mountain.
In darkness,
To it's summit...
Waiting for the sunrise.
I stare into every distant land
Yet never see one.
Discouraged,
I return home.
Strangely the sun is up but,
I have missed it's premier.

Today, I climb again.
Much older than when I started,
The climb fatigues me.
Feeling the onset of death
I turn
From my quest for the sun.
And look
East
Towards my home.

Astounding.
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