this is one of my older works that I thought I should put on here...
There was a mountain I wanted to climb,
I heard that side was better than mine.
I got ready for the hike,
When I started lightning was about to strike.
I knew I couldn't start that way,
I would hike another day.
I hiked and hiked but never took a stop,
I never stopped until I was at the top.
Guess what I saw, what I was to see?
I saw a hiker staring right back at me.
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PoetryA collection of poetry by...me. All of it's true, what you get out of it may be different...but I guess that's how poetry works.