Climbing for the Crown

Can’t touch the ground.

Floating up, ignoring the irrelevant sounds.

Keeping my focus on the target, that I have found.

Hitting the bulls-eye, soon, I will be crowned.

 

No time to stay on the surface.

Because I finally found my purpose.

Taking up this chance, I can’t show myself being nervous.

All the words spoken to me are, simply, worthless.

 

I’ve made this my time.

To look up and make myself climb.

 

Surface