each and everybody of us has their own mountain to climb
everybody has that dream
but somebody is actually chasing it backpacking through hardship starving off failures empty pockets and mind overflowing with ambition
holding their head high looking up to the stars
we all know, deep down that we can do it
we can reach that peak
but somebody is actually grazing their knees flaying their fists burning their muscles
without care
these people are actually piles of scars and a collection of falls and failures so many as the times they got back up
holding their head high looking up to the stars
they keep on going, they face thorns and hunger rocks and thirst
they climb mirrors jump off cliffs they just fucking fly
until a misstep a stumble, into darkness too high to fall gracefully into the void, fear, horror
holding their heads high one final look at the stars among which they now too shine