Climb

He could see the sky
Fast had become motionless
The top bids goodbye
Last but he rides regardless
Duty spurs him on
One hundred seventy-six
Hope is never gone
The gears resound in loud clicks
The mountain awaits
It’s majesty breaks the weak
Though he may be late
He knows he will reach the peak
For he is the one who climbs
And hums in melodic rhymes

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