Behold as I stand before my dreams;
Like a puny ant at the foot of Mt. Everest.
Clueless, with no map and little hope;
So far have I to go.
Exhausted before I’ve even begun;
Yet restlessness will not let me sleep.
Success, my only salvation.
Conquest, my only relief.
There’s nothing for it – no escape;
But to do, or to die trying …