It may all have started as a pleasant walk A careless journey, free from the dreaded expectation that one can feel today However, step by step, you went forward, and before even realising it, you started climbing. Past fellows are now gone They've taken another path, lost in the fog of possibilities Only a few remain, that have started climbing on their own So look up now, and as you climb one rock after the other, know there is joy in this struggle The peak, hidden by a veil of mist, is never to be seen, nor conquered, for it is merely but an illusion The thought of reaching it has no purpose but sustaining you No, indeed. The purpose of the climb is the climb itself It is an endless journey with friends, yet alone Beware of the fall The world down there is no longer the one you knew And the more you go back down, the more regrets will grow in you As you sweat, bleed and wonder what other paths could have been You may find what you were looking for The fulllfillness The feeling of being exactly where you belong, peace of mind within reach Yet, this is another gamble on the lottery of paths Despite all you have given, all your efforts and all your strength You might end up finding nothing but bitterness So climb, and feel it. And if you look down Remember to smile at your past blood and sweat-stained rocks that stand below For they have carved what you are