"escalando" (ou "a minha metáfora da vida")

... and I start to feel tired, as I begin to understand the point of living life.

My back aches, and so does my head. They're way heavy to carry and my feet start to deny it.
I sweat and I cry, then I stop to take a look at the view. I watch the world turning and turning, night giving up to day; day betrayed by night.

I climb and I pray for someone to feel sorry for me. I go on and on and on, and never look back from my shoulder.
I laugh. Alone. I'm insane. I realize I'm just working too hard and I'm just sane again.
I cry. Alone. I could never cry so I must have become a little bit more of a person.