Open the window, fixate on the peak
Sun on the snow shines
Mountains are outlined, take a snapshot
Close it back up
The air is too cold, your soul is too old, but you still want a taste
Grab your best coat, lace up your boots
Head for the door
Turn the handle
Take the first step out, wind bites the tips of your fingers
Water rolls from your eyes
Lips go instantly dry, muscles get tense
Invite the strain, embrace the pain
Approach the incline, hands gripping each pine
Bark breaks through cracked skin
Snow seeps into your boots, moisture collects at the toes
Every step sends a sharp pain up your leg
Don't let it get to your head, you're still eager
Ignore every feature that's bled
What separates us from the animals?
Drive replace this instinct, or is that just
A working title to a self-help book
You understand you are your own worst enemy
You did this just to see if you were capable of greater things
All that's left is to prove to yourself
That you'll be able to see this through