“Trying to reach the top, might seem like an effort, but the reward awaiting there, no time to spare but to keep on going without a stop!“ Gun Roswell

High up on the Mountain Top

The top seemed, totally and utterly unreachable
As I was standing there, below, fearing, the inevitable
The climb, seemed so long, and time, was running out
Because I should have already been there, to shout

“I am on the top of the world! See me twirl!
Yes, I am that gurrrl, who got here in a wind of whirl!”

Alas, the previous efforts to haul myself up there and stay
Had been, hm, shall we say, unsuccessful, in the best of ways
I had tried, really hard, well, at least, some of the times
But in honest truth, and I cannot deny, that procrastination was high
And getting ever so high up there, close enough, to the stratosphere
Had somehow always fallen into a very low priority, on any of the lists
I had oh so carefully drafted for me, with tasks far from being a jest

So, the days went by, and despite of the promise to fly ever so high
The time was never, ever on my side, at least, that was what I told myself (yes, a lie)
But, finally, here I stand, with a rope thick, in my very own hands I host
Trying to make up for all the time so completely wasted and now, also lost
When figuring out all the excuses for not climbing towards the very top
Gazing, glaring, staring, at the scary looking, feet shaking, hand breaking
Yes, yes, I know, I know, that I am so many and too many excuses making
So, here I go, towards the reward, one, step, two step, at the time…

“Hey! Guess I will be fine, after all!
This mountain, doesn’t seem to be that tall!”