I have climbed to a place I did not choose.
I have felt the wind of discourse
The cold breeze of season’s change
Hard places alone into heights of loss
The view is one of escalating challenges
There is no end to the horizon
There is no definition to the time.
© Christine McNeill-Matteson
Eagle and Child Inkling 
An interesting piece where I wonder if this is real or figurative There are many ways to read this, which is appropriate, is there is no definition to time, and no definition to the piece.
Thank you!