I set off to climb the mountain that I could never climb
somehow that wasn't the point
it would take too long
the top was too high and covered with ice
and like the Wehrmacht, I brought no winter clothing
With me was a guide
and I think there was a dog
we started off in the cover of darkness
without any food
like thieves in the night
In the early going there was a problem
I'm not sure what it was
but at this rate we would never get there
and likely we would be discovered
I didn't want to get too close to the edge
the fall would surely kill me
but maybe I could learn how to fly on the way down?
why did I start this journey
in the first place?
I imagined a meadow
covered with flowers
I wanted to lay down
and feel the wind suck in and out
and see the pin point of light
in the total darkness
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