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