Up upon the summit lies a grand treasure, 

A treasure so valuable, so unmistakably worthwhile that everyone attempts to climb the summit.

Reaching the top, smitten with fatigue, those that have gone through the journey are relieved,

This is the grand day, the day they claim something they’ve wanted for a long time,

Promptly, they’ve forgotten everything they once cared about.

What does it matter anymore?  But how wrong they could have been.

So alone at the top with no way down, they sit, ponder.

And eventually succumb to their own deaths.

 

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