No boundaries here,
Just rocks and snow,
And brutal gales,
That often blow.
There’s cold and rivers
That give you shivers.
And desert heat,
That can’t be beat.
You’ll sink in mud,
Wade many creeks,
Cross deep canyons,
And struggle up peaks.
The drizzle and rain
Will drive you insane.
Cold and numbness
Will mess with your brain.
Mountains will block you,
Jungles will hide you,
Crevasses confound you,
And dryness astound you.
Without a doubt,
There will be dirt,
Thirst, and hunger-
And sometimes hurt.
But,
After the summit,
It’s all downhill.
You’ll snooze and cruise
And know the thrill.
Of facing hardships
That come your way,
And dealing with them,
Come what may.
If you persevere and reach
Whatever goal it is you seek,
You’ll soon forget the pain and strife,
That took you up that mighty peak.
So,
Take on each challenge,
And don’t give-in,
Move always forward,
Become the wind.
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