The Climb
Dirty and cheap at the same time.
Like mountains you can die climbing.
Got dirty (didn’t pay much) and still died.
So the mountain outnumbers us.
Someone like me who is cheap.
And likes to cheap out.
Does not possess much.
Except the weird map.
If I get up there.
Like a podium, but it’s too cold.
I would fly into the air.
As the avalanche chases me.
Recklessly eating all the rations.
As if I’m hiding them from my partners.
But no one ever follows me.
And my stingy path.
I got blood from a cut and dirt all over the snow.
Everything like that gets covered up by the Agents.
I could have bought a satellite phone.
Phone, phone, phone…
You can live really cheaply.
Or die just as cheaply.
Get discovered one day.
But it always snows again.
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