Discontent
We're climbing ropes that hung from above
None of us can see where exactly they hung from
We get competitive sometimes
about who's got a better view
and who is better equipped
We get envious and that pushes us to
try and rise higher.
but the ropes are long
Though we called them short everytime we saw someone's rope drop
What's the point of climbing the rope if
at the end of the day it'll still drop!
Well, the truth is.. it's the thrill of the moments we have,
between staying on the rope and slightly dangling dangerously from it,
The thrill of being a rope climber who will never truly reach
The thrill of being a subject to a mysterious phenomenon of rope climbing
Hopefully mine drops soon
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