The mountain I stand on, is on top of the world.
For within it, is all the hopes and dreams.
It is tall, but never complete.
I climbed to the top, but for what reason?
Was it the view, of all the hopes and dreams?
That everyone has lost, or was it for fun?
The winds of despair blow hard, and the mountain grows taller.
I look over the edge, to see a world.
Reality of the world, comes fast.
For I have slipped off, like everyone else.
Forgetting everyone, of the hopes and dreams.