I had my steps to male it into the sunrise,
ready to leap from that rocky mountain.
Ready to fall or fly,
was i blessed to climb the fountain?
No, a step back, a stumble trip.
The graze, blood trickling from my pride.
I peered into the sunset,
glared with cold eyes at the achievers.
Handed to them on a plate,
Would you like a knife and fork?
The anger, jealousy crawling up my spine,
crippled on this jagged mountain, the thought.
Reality, squatting on this ledge,
about to take the fall and climb again.
Vultures swooping into the sunset,
I stand up tall, ready to rush the wind, then...
Crash, down into the swamp and mosh,
no strength to go, heave as i prise,
hands bleed, eyes sting against this storm,
back to the same ledge at sun rise.
