There is a mountain in my mind
I climb to reach the top
Around about me where I find
Precipitous, the drop.
How did I get from there to here?
I wonder looking down,
Forbidding as it should appear
For I am at the crown.
Ascents and afterward descents,
Whichever way you go,
Are one another’s complements,
As each is there to grow
A mountain that’s inside of you,
A mountain of the mind;
Whatever you are going through
Let troubles fall behind.
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