Tried, true, black & blue
So close to fine
To have your back
While roasting mine

Move the body
Do not desire
Still the mind
Do not dwell in the mire

The cooking pit
Half filled with smoke
They prepare the spit
Urge us to revoke

Body in a cage
No chance for a dance?
When the river rages
Don’t take the chance

Watch your footing
Past pilgrims plummet
Can’t see from here
We’re near the summit

Companions of the journey
No critique, compete, comparing
Everlasting prize is ours
His compass for our bearing