The Hiker reaches the foot of the mountain And pulls out his map, Laden with a golden path in lemniscatesΒ Β Knowing where he is to go For he had known this since he set foot out His door.
Day by day he scales a piece of the mountain Face, lacking not skill, but Having patience, knowing the safe and Prosperous journey is the Patient one, the one whose tree of meaning Is rooted in passion, the passion To wait.
The Hiker fears not the delay of the summit For the summit is already his, Her hand his bride, for it is known in the Hikers name who he is meant for: The Summit, forever and for always.
I will have you, tomorrow Or forever away, it is already known.