My whole life
I have been climbing
Each obstacle in my way
I conquered effortlessly
I'm starting to get closer now
The steps are getting harder to climb

Each new one seems so high
Like a skyscraper in a lonely sky
I need more gear so I can survive
the journey ahead. I feel so alive
to not be deprived of the rungs
not yet climbed I cannot deny
I didn't think I could make it this far,
But I refuse to wither and die
I will strive to be at the top looking
down at the prospects as I once was.
But I fear when I get there I will no
longer be at my peak but merely meek.
I will still try to fix every leak I can
improving the reach of the teens
that I will lead behind me.

They shouldn't know the same hardships I faced
but rather gain new ones and adapt.
Maybe they will have no leaks but improve the very structure of motivation.
When I take my last step I will no longer be a part of this world.
I just ask those to be happy they can even climb and make the best of your time.