There were so many small walls which made it look harder,
In a childish rush, I ran up to it,
I looked closely, I screamed bloody murder,
there was a flash, the day was starlit.
What I thought was a wall, turned out to be just that,
meekly I tried again, and scraped over,
the deep blue sea behind, swelled, right there I sat,
tasted the salty water, I continued to stutter.
The valley was nice, plush and green,
the mountains were better, behind the cloud cover,
the sun makes it harder, but the obvious things went unseen,
the rest of the walls, now somehow looked smaller.
Hop, skip and jump, one after the other,
bored to death, I went passed them without much ado,
I came down the mountain, I ventured further,
until I saw, what I always wanted to do.
With gay abandon, I jumped into the water,
The sand in my hair, the wind on my face,
I eventually found out, what would really matter,
I end this story, I have given up the race.
