You climb this filthy mountain
in hopes to quell your yearning
some voice whispers to you maliciously
“your almost there!”
Though the sign says 3,000 miles
marking the intensity of your woes
and yet you ascend for fear of being
                Forgotten
           Unacknowledged
But what will you find up there?
Serenity? Exaltation? Euphoria?
A peace of your mind is lost
Wandering around trying to find something more
Real and utterly tangible
Though the rest is still pickled
In the jar of ambition
Ah, you are an arrogant fool
The top is not a jovial bank
But another phase of life
One, which you have given up everything for