I’ve never been hesitant to scale a slope

But I’ll always fear coming down

If I should slip and fall and lose my grip

Then crack my skull and sink and drown

You drag my hand as I drag my feet

Through the mud of yesterday’s rain

Catching on the shrubby rooted bark

Nearly tripping on ruthless terrains

Rugged like your eyes, callused like your hand

You string me toward a clearing

Wind pressed against me climbing the rising

Laughing and dancing and crazy-crying

Rationality clinging to a pollen grain

Blown to bits broken off nude enation

Dreaming of futures in an open sky

Floating so freely through the reservation

That I am not enough and you are deceit

That I am the fruit and you are the seed

To an endless beanstalk of misery

To my death I rise when I fall and bleed

But when I shut my eyes and shuddered

In anticipation you threw me a rope

To hold on to at a moment’s instinct

With a carabiner you tied me to hope

Finally at the summit I opened my eyes

To a landscape on fire, a skyline view

Breathless I swear that this will be it for

One day they’ll ask the moment I knew