The way is often clouded,
Too many trees for the forest,
How much further should we go?
Half of us wished we stayed below.
Rugged the way of the achiever,
A dream is hard to realize,
Over rocks we scramble,
To win, sometimes a gamble.
The final clearing made,
A short rest to pause,
Look behind in surprise,
Just how
far have you come?
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