mapmaking

when you've reached the top of the pass
pausing to rest you see that there is more
mountain ahead of you your feet are sore
but still you must advance your body's mass
onward down and up hill no simple class
prepares you gets you to learn the score
you imagine yourself a flying seed a spore
passing by trees and shrubs falling to grass
in the mind's eye you see it as a map
of where you've been and where you'll be
the simplified version of a normal life
there's danger here you'll fall into the trap
of seeing only what you desire to see
and forgetting all the necessary strife