Tue, 11/19/2013 - 17:19 -- petitkw


They climb

Without a clue of a return

For every minute that turns, 

could be the last.

As their wasting away,

they climb. 

With the air depleting, 

they climb .

to achieve 

to accomplish

what was sought to be the impossible

people ask why

people ask how

but the truth is 

the once impossible 

will be made possible 

by the ones 

who climb



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