The Point

Sometimes, the world is so round
There's nothing to grab onto

Sometimes, it's all footholds
And I could climb forever

Sometimes, I could slip and fall
All the way down

Sometimes, I could catch myself
With just my thumb

Sometimes, my world changes
When nothing's changed

Sometimes,
I close one eye
Then the other

The mountain never moves
But it's never mine

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