I'm not right for mountains
They told me with their pick
Their anger gushed like fountains
They sent me up astrick'

I took the ***** on ice
Snow was my floor and I
Itched like life was rife with lice
I climbed on through the sky

Atop the snow hat of the rock
I was the feather of its brow
And down on them I took my stock
I found the then was not the now.

I saw before me down the face
A great slip where I could ride
And in the distance the clouds in space
Another peak which I could stride

They called up to me from the soil
And told me to climb again
To them my hope was not my toil
I saw the ***** and left my pain

I bring myself up to the *****
And ignore their shouts and pleas
With this pain I ought not cope
I jumped and my mind flew with ease

The mountain may bring things they need
But I just need the air
The toil may be enough for greed
But there is more fun on the ***** out there