Something you don’t realize when you first arrive
Is that no ones getting of this mountain alive
And I pass the people settling
satisfied with where they are
maybe continue climbing
But content to not get unnecessarily far
I pass the people trying to scramble their way to the top
Their desperation only tires themselves out to the stop
And its cold where we’re going
You turn cold if you get there
Its lonely where we’re going
You turn gluttonous for the air
And their expectations are all my motivation depends upon
Their constant taunt “is this the hill you want to die on”
So I climb with every stone at a time
My inconstant attempts to get where they are
My mis stepping costing me
To never get too far