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It is so high up, the clouds are thick and there are few to converse with where I stand. I cannot see the top, all views are obscured and I am shrouded in the mystery of a misery without a stimulus. I feel as though I have been traveling for an age twice as long as my own, perhaps these are simply the burdens of bottling up potential to carry on my back. If I have come this far, is there a point where turning back is a legitimate option? I have often offered a hand to the weary traveler on my way up and there were those who carried my joy in a heavy box at my side, for years at a time. Alas, my joy now lies in several boxes, for there is no one with abilities great enough to carry it all in one box. Though there is one road a'front, I feel as though I am lost many months of the year. My soul wanders the crevasses and crags, clad in a gown reminiscent only of those patrons of pagan parsonage. When will I conquer the clouds and rise above the mist to see my fate? When will my joy become undivided and just when did it become divisible?

Description
It is so high up, the clouds are thick and there are few to converse with where I stand. I cannot see the top, all views are obscured and I am shrouded in the mystery of a misery without a stimulus. I feel as though I have been traveling for an age twice as long as my own, perhaps these are simply the burdens of bottling up potential to carry on my back. If I have come this far, is there a point where turning back is a legitimate option? I have often offered a hand to the weary traveler on my way up and there were those who carried my joy in a heavy box at my side, for years at a time. Alas, my joy now lies in several boxes, for there is no one with abilities great enough to carry it all in one box. Though there is one road a'front, I feel as though I am lost many months of the year. My soul wanders the crevasses and crags, clad in a gown reminiscent only of those patrons of pagan parsonage. When will I conquer the clouds and rise above the mist to see my fate? When will my joy become undivided and just when did it become divisible?