Years have passed and still i'm inclined,
with this urgency to turn and run,
As far as my feet will take me.
I continue on the daily to climb,
Soon as i start to lose grip of just one,
My palms are getting sweaty and shaking.
Must pause, take a break and rewind,
Just forgot my distance from the ground,
No wonder my desire to fall lately.
Never forget all I discovered and found,
This mountain WILL make or break me.
Conquering the impossible this very time,
Or this one slippery slope,
Will be the end for me.
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