So Low, So Only One Place To Go. Poem by Aidan Horse

Where has that time gone? It seemed so long, yet in hindsight its brevity flew with rapid celerity.
The fruits of my labour; acrid parasite infested nubs of still frozen dead buds. What a waste of time and life it's such a crime; unrewarded, unlearned strife. What's worse is that it lies ahead of me still; it seems as easy to overcome as some infinitely vertical snarling hill. Now will I dare to set my mind on it and overcome surmount. I have for on top I look down; the world is at my feet, I can run anywhere
Do anything command and win respect of people I meet
My home lies on no street, I have the well wishes of all those I greet.
I will win for the good of all defeat all else. Watch them fall.
While I sprint others crawl, surrounded their lives drown and drawl.
And happily I fly free for all those to see; the man that climbed minds mountain wall.