I have mountains to climb

Don't have time,

to stumble on pebbels..

Don't want to sit,

when I can turn the tables..

How can I stop,

to get stuck in sorrow?

Why should I lose,

the moments I can't borrow?

Why would I Play in grass?

When I've wildness of Jungle..

When I have mountains to climb..

Why would I fumble?

How can I have,

time for rusty past?

drowning in something

that didn't even last?

I have mountains to climb,

I have sea to sail

Should I be listening 

to that chitter-chattered tale?