To the top

The road is long

The march is painful

Feet hurt

Muscles are tense
Legs don't hold up

An intense sunlight burns my eyes

I keep moving to the top

The air becomes rarefied

I want to breathe but I cannot

I sit next to a rock
I look up to the top

I know I have to walk

Many miles and more

I get up and I carry on
To the top of the sky.



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