Stepping Into New Rooms - Climber

One expects a fight

A struggle

And besting bitter foes, to gloat and grin

In newfound strength

But no, that’s not it

It’s gently rising out of hibernation

Scuffling out of the cave

And noticing

That thing isn’t giving me the thrill it used to

That thing isn’t giving me the thrill it used to

Stepping into the new rooms

I find each one progressively more pleasant than the last

I was worried about losing some happiness that I’d never got

It was weighing heavy on my mind when I noticed

That thing isn’t giving me the thrill it used to

That thing isn’t giving me the thrill it used to

That thing isn’t giving me the thrill it used to

That thing isn’t giving me the thrill it used to