Head for the treeline! Don’t give up yet. My frozen determination
Makes my poor heart race as I pick up the pace
And my feet beat my mind’s contemplation.

It’s such a long way, I won’t make it today,
And yet, for that peak-high I’m yearning;
My muscles say, "Go!" My lungs, though, whine, "No!"
And my side begs me, "Please stop! I’m burning!"

Still, my feet kept on pumping, my pack always bumping,
As I swore not to be left behind;
I may not have been the first to the top,
But there wasn’t that much of a line.