Repetitive Scenery

How is it

that I'm still passing

this same old tree

hours after em-

barking past it?

Those dark tired rings

around its trunk

match those of my eyes,

but it has seen

so many more years

and has more reason

to be exhausted.


I'm just wasted
scenery.

I don't think I can

ever hold my branches

aloft as proudly

as it always can,

and the marker

which I can never surpass

will always taunt me,

until the day I fail.