Six years on a treadmill
This plateau we're on
Compels no incline, decline
Would cover half of Nevada
Six years since the starting line
Starting gun jammed, dead misfire
Professional limbo resident
I recite our mantra
Daily affirmation
Affirmation of routine
Words retread
Only audacity ends this plateau
First times now old times
Habitual gestures bind
Progress burned in effigy
Pledge allegiance to the customary
Holding pattern of status quo
At the base camp we both
Know what bold words this climb would need
