Sometimes,
when I am out on the trail,
pushing,
for no reason other than to see,
it feels like I’m not even the one
making the steps.
Like I am somewhere else
and my body
is under the control of some strange force.
I watch
as this vessel takes me somewhere
that has no meaning to me yet.
Why is my body doing this?
Why bother?
Why go up the mountain and why come back?
Where is this all going?
When do the steps end?
Who makes that decision?