The wolves are at the gate
Tearing at my patience with their claws
They sneer, snarl, hiss epiteths
All others have fallen and are in battle
How long will my temper last?
The day has been hard
And it’s still daylight
There is too much to be done
The mind, body, spirit they falter
Is there no end to the toil?
The lungs are bursting
The legs they long to give
The eyes are blinded
The finish line is not in sight
What keeps me running?
Temptation is forever the shadow
There is always company to err
The call to take it easy is strong
The voices they say chill my friend.
How does one stay on a difficult path?
The road it curves and bends and dips and rises and slides
The sea breeze it soothes the senses
The mountain air it calms the mind
The city life it excites the imgination no end
Where then is the Line?
But the feet that walk are mine.
And so it must be that line is mine.
Nay, it must be that I am the Line.
Yes, that is it.
I am the Wolf. And I am the Patience.
I am the Day. And the Toil.
I am Temptation. And the Shadow.
I am the Road. And the Race.
I am the Sea. And the Mountain.
I am the Road. The Path. And the Line.
Yes, I am the Line.
I am the Line.