I look from a far.
I have to reach the top, It is my choice.
It seems so small now from far away.
Strenght is pumping through my veins, no doubt it's an easy goal.
With each step the wall is growing up to the sky.
With each step I'm getting smaller in my mind.
A straight path it seemed, but it's curving aside.
Turning back is not an option after all.
Heart beat rises to the head.
Expectations blur the senses.
Found your way through the thorns, even as they cut into the flesh.
And slowed down the way.
Go and start the fight!
Struggle untill...untill the last breath!
With each attempt to climb.
Despite that I try I slip and fall.
Getting close to the top makes the fall even more painfull.
Despair, fear, failure, helplessness.
Rage, hate, humiliation is killing me!
