Undertaking painful trip - I need a pill,
hill - steep and high, I feel the thrill.
Striving for the top - running - it's cunning,
panting, frantic, my heart is tunning.
Abruptly trip to face the nasty mud,
I wipe my eyes to face the beaming skies.
Crawling, moaning, the end is near, fear,
the hill reveals the moon, I stop and peer.
Reaching for the stars, it's time,
the world is mine!
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