new path?

Thee wall I look upon now
is like a mountain that sores to the heavens

As if it hath no peak
Like thee could climb forever
And not beat thee

So, I shall go through
Even though thine can’t see
See around thy mountain bass

Be-ith may I shall make-ith
Into thine now path
I will not sleep till I am done

Why should one rest
Especially when thy work
Work to be-ith done

Nay!
I shall sleep-ith when thine is dead!