[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Mountain

The mountain is stretched out in front of you
You place a foot in the rocky outcrop
In tumbles and struggles, finds a grip
And you go again, and again, with no time to stop

Bitter wind bombards you as you scale the steep side
It threatens to be rid of you, to send you flying
You grasp again, and again, easy
But if it wasn't easy you'd be dying

The mountain is almost vertical, but not quite
Your foots still find holds in the icy surface
It is easy, it is easy, you say again
You heave up to the rock with newfound purpose

The air is thinner than a tissue
You can hardly breathe
Yet it is not oxygen
You so desperately need

You need some progress
And you a halfway
But you won't stop to celebrate
No fun to celebrate here, you say

And then you are there
The mountain moved with unbelievable speed
You have made it to the summit
All because you believed

That was easy and took a few minutes
So how large was the mountain you climbed?
A little one, it is obvious
But no, you are wrong, it is unbelievably high

Higher than Everest by a mile, dwarfing the moon
How did you climb such a thing with your meagre wingspan?
How did you scale this monumental wall that was oh so easy?
Because you can do anything, if you truly believe you can