I remember a song I wrote
In a location so far away from this hillside
I told myself I had reached my goal
And that, that could never be taken away
I've climbed a mountain
Only to fall all the way back down
And have to do it again
I can't believe I wrote a song
And it was awe inspiring
And uplifting
Still with melancholy waving in the background
The background is now the foreground
And the melancholy is all I see
If I ever cross that finish line
It won't be a victory
I'd be too scared
A rope will wrap around my ankles
And I'll be pulled backwards over the finish line
And pulled all the way back
Watching the finish line get smaller and smaller
As the realisation of my defeat
Gets stronger and stronger
But even in the dead of night
I refuse to turn the lights off
I'm not done working yet
It's not all thrown away
I'm not pouring all my water I've saved into the ocean, eradicating my efforts
I still have some water left
And just like how I sang it before
God damn it
That tune will be mine to sing again
