Listen, all that's happened is that the cloud has cleared,
when success whispers in your ear,
and oxygen deprived though you may be, see,
that 'thas only done for you to pray,
skyward,
for the sky to clear to show behemoth peaks far away.
Too loud a laugh will bring down an,
avalanche, off slopes you've blindly kissed, dismissed,
so steady, look past the mist, past the past,
and leap to glory, again, at last.
Befriend your humility, refriend your hunger,
that has hustled you thus far in the
best of kinship, and know,
your peak is narrow, sharp.
Surrender to your newfound strength, not to your glory,
claim your peaceful, unchanged joy, slowly,
your story is long, your road is long,
you will die in the fight, may your endeavor live on.
