It’s not for the fantasy
that at the table of martyrs,
someone will acknowledge,
that I had it harder…

It’s not for the fantasy
that at the table of martyrs,
someone will acknowledge,
that I had it harder…
When the mountain says no,
today is not your turn,
how do you respond?
An unfurling storm,
miles away from anywhere,
foolish to ascend…
What a naive mistake it was,
conjured from my innocent youth,
to desire an arduous cause
delivering some worldly truth…