Climb, by Ken Henderson
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dont worry to much
you will find yourself someday
it will be a long journey
you will have to climb mountains
you will be forced to make choices
whatever you choose
you have to live with that decision
it will be decieveing when you reach the top of the peak
to only see hundreds of more mountains to climb
there will be times where you dont want to move on
dont stand in one place to long
paranoia and confusion will set in
driving you insane
making your mind work in overdrive
stress can be a killer
it will drain you mentally and physically
wearing you down
weakening your every move
the storms will try to throw you from the mountain
they will test your ability to the fullest
as you pass by each mountain
it is another task in the life of you accomplished
dont rush yourself to make it to the other side
because as you get closer to the end
it is only your life getting closer to the end
you will then look back and say why did i rush thru life
regreting it for you didnt enjoy it
but it all comes down to the choice you made
take the time to enjoy your life
there will always be mountains to climb
make the best of them
thru all the pain and shit you go thru
you will end up clean in the end
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Posted: 2007-08-31 22:09:23 UTC |
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