This achievable height,
To the unseeing is out of sight.
And that is why I write:

‘I didn’t awake with a simple heft.
I didn’t mount a negligent.
I awoke to the realization of what I hent.
Not unlike the unintelligent,
I was from knowledge, kept.

I awoke to the truth that I might die any day,
And that is why I struggle.
To mount, you’ll have to find a way,
And that is to hustle.

I awoke to disappointment.
See, it is the reason to my determination.
I don’t quite because of a fly in the ointment.
Oh, and dear, I know no hesitation.

This impossible height,
To the seeing is an easy fight.
The mountain peak is where they alight.’