Sometimes the world looks grey
Like any joy is oceans away
But despite all of your strife
One still has meaning in their life

Because we all must climb to see the light
And there are twists and turns like a storm embracing a kite
That climb still must be made
Even when you get no aid

The prize at the top may be impossible
But your brain tells you to go as fast as possible
Your ambition is your only fuel
So you must make it a valuable tool

When you reach the peak
The scent of your unholy drive begins to reek
For after the endless ascent
You do not know where your happiness went

Desire will always grow
And with it
Away your joy will flow