Hello, mountain.

The thing a lot of people see as something they have to conquer. What is it about you, that makes people want to defeat you? I guess I can say I don't understand you.

I have visited you. Your ways are long, and tiring. Step after step, foot after foot. I always think I am closer, but then the way left seems to be twice as long. I wonder if you do this intentionally. If you want to mock me, or if you teach me something valuable. Because you are life. Every time I think I am close, the road left to make it, is a new step away.

But oh, if I reach the top. The things you can show me, the power I feel. I didn't know about the worlds you have always seen. I didn't know the wind on your top feels so different than the wind below.

I guess you are worth it, the long journey, the stones in my shoe, the fall along, the tenseness in my muscles. But please. Now I am tired. I don't think I can have another one.

Give me wings, I don't want to walk.

Yours, I suppose.

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