I set out to climb this mountain, to venture into the depths of the range, breathe deeply the cool highland air Before I leave, I sit on my front porch to lace my boots; I search for courage; ask, is this really what I want? Despite my fear, despite my reservations, I stand, begin to walk; my pace strong, my steps sure; I will reach my destination With each step, my heart begins to beat harder, first in anticipation; then, agony With each step, this mountain, this object that holds all my desire, she moves away from me I pause, soaking up the rejection; but how can I be angry at one who looms so large? Instead, this other me, this man I may never know, he smiles, wishes it the best, and heads home