The Long Haul

Of corridors and narrow passes,
thinning paths and streams,
within my mind their ruler flashes,
dancing in my dreams.

That which reigns over them all.
That the one king, the Long Haul.

An uphill trek and endless climbing,
skyward ways and goals,
without hope it whispers, lying,
tired palms and souls.

Hear the call and dark refrain,
The Long Haul, acursed name.