climb the mountain
But you’re leaky as a fountain pen
and more sunken than a glen

Some people say
shine bright as a star
But you’re a dried up, smoky cigar
half charred

Some people say
give me all I ask
But you’re not up to the simplest task
And still don the mask

Some people say
“get over it”
But you’re about to quit

Some people say
more than they do
And don't have a clue