Levels

As I travel through time
Looking forwards
Looking backwards
I see the levels
Some make me slip
Some make me tumble
I climb higher
And fall
I begin again
Aiming for the top
And the eternal tumble at the other side.

A few levels are easy
I remember them.
I climb with no obstacles
No moss to grab a hold of
Still I climb.
Then...

The levels that are impossible appear
I struggle to hold on
And the moss appears for me to grab.
I climb, I fall, I begin again
Until, I conquer the impossible.
Then ...

The impossible becomes easy
A new kind of impossible appears
And I climb.
Stones fall upon my bleeding wounds
I accept them; I feel their bite
And I climb