• The ground swells under each footstep
    Injured by the weight of our thoughts
    Littered in the remains of memories
    Manipulated for the sake of goodbyes
    The earth grows upward with each blow
    Higher towards the sky, as we make our way
    Yesterday I could not see the top
    I was blind to the concept of time as it passed,
    So mercilessly hidden by the promise
    Of the eternity that comes with youth
    I want to stop
    The top seems so close now
    And the path begins to narrow
    The end is coming so soon.
    I want to stop.
    But my body does not believe me.
    I feel my heart slow as time goes faster
    Eager to pay back the minutes
    I have borrowed from the universe
    I need to stop.
    What will I find at the summit?
    What can exist on the other side?