With wide open arms, wind in my hair and head thrown back I ask,
How tall am I?
Mountains are like mirrors
There are no answers; there are just the same questions
I always wonder if I am asking the right question
I ask again
How tall am I?
My voice rings through the cool intrepid air.
While the clouds beneath coyly deflect my question,
The mountains ahead ask me back the same
A journey into the mountains is a journey into your mind
Answers are found in the echoes,
Echoes ask you better questions.
How tall am I?
I am as tall as the mountain on the otherside
I am as tall as where I stand
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