each and everybody of us
has their own mountain to climb
everybody has that dream
but somebody is actually chasing it
backpacking through hardship
starving off failures
empty pockets and
mind overflowing with
ambition
holding their head high
looking up to the stars
we all know, deep down
that we can do it
we can reach that peak
but somebody is actually
grazing their knees
flaying their fists
burning their muscles
without care
these people are actually
piles of scars and a collection of
falls and failures
so many as
the times they got back up
holding their head high
looking up to the stars
they keep on going,
they face thorns and hunger
rocks and thirst
they climb mirrors
jump off cliffs
they just fucking fly
until
a misstep
a stumble, into darkness
too high to fall gracefully
into the void, fear, horror
holding their heads high
one final look at the stars
among which they now too
shine