Step by step I continue to move forward Sometimes it’s a pleasant stroll down a wooded path Where I can hear the sounds of squirrels scampering Among the trees or the birds calling Feel the soft breeze move and gently touch my skin The crunch of the dried leaves carpeting the path. Step by step I continue to move forward Sometimes I crawl hand over hand up a steep incline The rocks biting into my hands as I pull myself up My pack weighing me down, begging me to quit, to sit - If but for a moment but I know too well the rule of inertia Giving into those thoughts for a moment is not an option. So whether it is the gentle woods and the carpeted path Or the sharp incline with the biting rocks, I know I must continue to move forward. Giving up is not an option. I know I must continue to move forward. I know that each path must come and go in its own time.