Sick and tired, of the peripheral view,
I'd like to be center, who fathomed, who knew.
Enough of vacillation, it's time to take charge,
While wise men hedge, let me be a fool and barge.
The Everestian goal, by its existence mocks,
To reach the summit, first conquer the small rocks.
I will get tired midway, will have to beat a retreat,
With another failure in my cap, how will you me treat?
Will you applaud the courage, that I took the plunge,
Or crown me as a Bozo, and from all sides lunge.
Will you ignore my adventure, the most painful of fate,
And routinely mumble, 'Better luck next time, mate'.
For I'll fail, and try, and will fail yet again,
This goal is too lofty, to be left for someone sane.
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