Cause we all are @ the beginning climbing in times of thinking hardly vs softly. Finally recongnizing I'm not the one crazy. Imaging another stear as 1 nearer to the top or start. As I step up remembering my strategy is at heart. Knowing I will not look down so I'll sew. Trusting the chance as I slowly run through. Like waves appearing as a needed voice. Bars already to hold onto to force my pose. Like walking upward while in a stance. I want this to be my last sentence.