Have no idea how to climb mountains, yet
do it anyway.
Smooth rising caused by the kindness of strangers. Some of us are still grounded,
weighted down inconsolably
by our random encounters with demons and
embarrassing dreams and being second fiddle to
people like you. You, who use smiles as currencies,
you rely on people like us.
We're those people who read about mountain climbing until
we are full to the brim with knowledge
and could name every and each one
we've never even tried one pair of boots.
And so we impart our knowledge
and share advice to your lot.
It’s only when we’re kind to you
When you stray away
That we feel powerful
Like we own
A little fragile part of you
That small nugget you always pretend you don’t have.