Understanding the price of excellence, he keeps moving on
In search of meaning, the mammoth rock
No stones unturned, the inner blazing fire
The path to the mountaintop, solitary, treacherous, and demanding
The man brimming with the resolution, the divine spark in all its magnificence
The man slows down along the way
Appreciates the spring flowers, the majestic azaleas
The buzzing bees, the breathtaking views
The man shakes off the nerves, uses them to his advantage
The heavy backpack now as light as a feather
The stark loneliness of the mountaintop, the price of excellence?
The naysayers did not matter; the cold never a bother
The man bellows at the top of his lungs, ah, I understand!
The secret now out in the open, the man heads back home
Serenity, peace, and belonging, the world his playground