A life is a ladder.
A hole is to dig.
Everyone must climb up or down.

Your back aches just to stand,
It hurts bad.
You remember meals and women,
You got so close to,
But never had.

But your Life is a ladder,
or so said the King,
as he ordered you
to cling to the rung.

It's quiet out here
if you don't make a move,
If don't lose your mind,
Forget superstitions,
And you keep your groove.

All there is is the climb,
Said Peter the Great,
Their love is their strength,
Their weakness is hate.
Tomorrow morning this time
I will have already crossed
Their biggest river,
You can join me for wine.
Or you can die on your own.

The climb,
The Cimb,
There is only the climb,
And the edge of your most true desire.

Genius lives in the dimes.
You choke the grim air and
Kneel
To the heavens,
And because you can no longer stand.

And
You hack.
You spit.
You crawl and look for the dimes.

Finally,
You collect them,
And stand to spit again.

You walk up to the counter and buy.