Split at a standstill
where the way forward
is forked in an infinite.
Once more to run up the hill
crawl below as a coward
or exceed my limit?
I put the fear on mute
plans for the future stashed
the remembrance forgotten.
Wet sweat swallows
the long back of my neck.
Nothing around allows
to break out the doubt.
My condition is to execute
with feet grounded in lead
sorrowful, ambitious, Sisyphean.