So high to think about
With all its troubles
That my brother gone through
When he first sojourned around here
Unfortunately enough not to climb
As all never gave him the encouragement
Which I now had
The people he had
His advisers, opinion leaders
I guess the king maker was among
So high to think about
Of course the small one was never like this
Yes, I could quiet remember
Days that I climb the short ones
Which I could only do closing my eyes
Running like a leopard
Jumping over like an antelope
Which requires less of my people?
Maybe I guess
But wait, the king makers
Of course not
But now
So high to think of
Of long ago yet
If you ask my Maths teacher
“This requires a different formula”
And when finally I know thus too
I may not run over it
Nevertheless, walk it
Different heights
Different shapes
Of all different things to think about
Of course there may be some similarities
But surely shall I climb
Though
So high to think about
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