Shape Shifter

I've tried to climb these hills but found strayed inbetween each breath of memory. Like clutching already broken glass until the pain finally intercepts. Climbing seems so easy but an endless battle. I have only managed half way through these journeys looking back finding lost foot prints I thought wore away. I give constant thought on how to change and mold those mistakes. As if the weaver of my past clings into my future manipulating the present.... if I was so constructive perhaps these hills would make easy in their strides. ... now I find it is the over lap of thinking which complicates the paths I should take..... so now I shift, I shape the reminders of this on going puzzle I call "life.