I have started over
Hundreds and thousands of times
I see the same stones again
When I scale the mountain
At the peak an image of myself
Less disfigured and distorted
I heal as I get higher
But the air gets thinner
The same familiar stones
Crumble under my feet
And as I trip and plummet
The rocks tear my skin
And snap my bones
More disfigured then before
I think I might be forever cursed
To stones on the mountain floor