Driven by hunger, weakened by cold
a decision is made, facing ice and snow.

A hardship unneeded, but taken up just the same
Coughing and hacking through chilled wind and rain.

What foolishness! Brought about by desire.
Not NEED, but desire, overcoming the tired.

Even though transportation to the goal is arranged,
Not far, the destination, "I'll walk"

Such impatience.

The coughing grows violent, nerves overwhelmed and numbed
Such needless hardship, but the decision is done

At the end of my journey, I stop
Take breaths,
And cough as though trying to cough up my chest!

I could have driven there, and for less pain, be done.
But it wouldn't have been as beautiful.

Or nearly as fun.