Today I woke up
slept through three of my classes
and slept for another two hours
in the afternoon

It's funny how before
I would've freaked out
for being called lazy
and doing minimal work all day

If I didn't do sports
If I didn't finish homework
If I didn't get praise
If I didn't win a medal

Was I really successful?

My lifestyle is different now
It seems kind of scary
from when my head leaves the pillow
to when it returns

Sometimes I forget
I'm growing up
My definition of success
is changing as well

But today I checked the mail
I brushed my hair
I ate a meal
and I washed the dishes

As long as I can hear
the birds outside my window
I can say
that I'm successful

On the other side of the wall
I imagine that
the gentle stars and resting trees
only stretch to where the sky ends

On the other side of the wall
I imagine that
lonely cries and wishful sighs
only exist at where the sea sleeps

On the other side of the wall
I imagine that
people's embraces and smiles
linger a little longer

On the other side of the wall
I imagine that
the world is the same
but there, the snow melts

On the other side of the wall
I think that
I could gaze at the tearful clouds
without feeling alone

But these things
I will never know
until I climb