Rolling

moving from one passion to the next
never stopping
never ceasing
leaving breadcrumb trails
of breaking hearts
and gladdened sighs
some are relieved when i turn my back
some want to grab me and turn me back
but i keep moving
trudging
sprinting
dancing
loving
breaking nets
springing traps
some mountains in my path take months to traverse
some hills only a few hours
but i am the rolling turmac of my childhood
i cannot stop
not until i find that mountain
that lofty magnificence
that height i can call home
until then im enjoying the ascents
suffering the descents
and carving every summit
one the cave wall of my soul