Climbed the hill

Climbed the hill.
Crossed those small shurbs.
Crossed the snakes, and the scorpio.
On the top now.
Looking forwad.
I see the mountains.
The white snow is calling.
The rising Sun makes the snow more beutifull.
That is the dream, dream to be the with the snow, on the top.
Cross that deep river, swim accross it.
Get through that dark forest.
Climb on that steep rock.
Enjoy that chilling Weather.
Face thouse hungry and thirsty days.
Do these on the fire.
Fire of passion.
Passion to perform.
Passion to win.
Have that gun with me.
Gun of dedication.
With bullets of sheer hard work.
If the fire is within and I have the gun Loaded.
Then on the top.
Then see the sky.
What is estinguishing the fire.
The hieght it seems.
The pleasure at this smll hieght it seems.
Hunger is a must to go ahead.
That creates a fire.
And the gun?
This is something I need to build.
Then on the top.
And See the Sky.
Jump for it till I fall back on the ground.
Again start it all again.
In hope, one day i will beat the gravity.
I will fly over it.
And the space will be mine. To explore.
Keep exploring the ever expanding.
And never comes the end.
Die on aspirations to do it again.
And do it again, right from the scratch.