The essence of striving
Breaking my will till I feel like I'm dieing
**** mediocre I'm yelling and writhing
Breaking platues 'cause I live to keep climbing

What is this in me that lives for the pain
People who don't do this they call me insane
But I'm not here for glory or to make a name
I'm here to prove to me that my will makes me change

Do you look out from where you stand
and shout out your decree?
Do you look
only
out
and not within
When making such a scene ?
Are there higher points that you could reach
Where the view is clearer still?
With new eyes you begin to see
How your perspective shapes your will.
Higher platues away from your phones
Things found in dusty books
When men of wisdom laid stepping stones
That not many of today have took
The thing about these paths are
They never end
There are millions of stones to be laid
Perhaps by your hand
Take that first step and let the journey begin.

In the brisk fall air  I see a young colt standing there he was blue like the midnight sky and wondering were to go from here as was I we both would travel from mountains to platues but stand in the mist of are foes as the blue roan roams as the blue roan roams so do I too seek freedom and pursue happyiness the land was cold were we came from hoping we see warmer days His eyes were teary from the winter chill and and we also were sad of not having a place to rest so we were like to lost stranger with a bond even though we just met he dreamed of the greenest pastures to race through time and danger And I dreamed of a life I can call my own and longed for a place we can call home as the blue roan roams