I didn't go to the mountains to appreciate their beauty Or to escape the traps of normal everyday life Or to see how tall they were Nah I went to see how tall I was I went to see how strong I was I want to see how wise I was Could there be a better version of myself lying under the costume of my social personality? Yes, yes, yes, I'm here now Solid Finding truth in all the places people forget to look So knowing this The question is Do I still care about what I'm doing? Am I living right? I just want to enjoy this shit while it lasts But enjoy is a funny word I get enjoyment when I eat a chocolate chip cookie That flavor of enjoyment takes only a moment to procure And disappears just as quickly But me? I prefer a different type of enjoyment I like the type of enjoyment that starts off as an idea in my mind It doesn't even exist yet I like the type of enjoyment that I have to suffer For a very long time in order to procure I like the type of enjoyment That I have to become somebody else altogether Just to taste it Because the person I am right now Is saying fucking good enough to get it done I like the type of enjoyment that takes years And they're shaky, uncertain, scary years Because I'm not even sure it's gonna work out I might fail in front of everyone I might die in the process I might be humiliated This is the secret ingredient In this type of enjoyment's recipe The risk of absolute unequivocal failure I might not make it Whoa! Fuck! I try anyways Courageously And what's my reward? Each day a voice in my mind Attempts to convince me I'm not good enough Waste of my time Another stronger, deeper part of my mind Tells this little voice to shut the fuck up I will become good enough Like the snake that sheds its skin I will become a new me That's the whole point And one day, if I'm lucky enough And if the weather permits I will succeed and taste this type of enjoyment And let me tell you right now It will taste the hell of a lot better Than a chocolate chip cookie Woo! Get up there, Mike Just stop the road, baby Just stop the road Its taste will linger in my soul for weeks And maybe even years It will taste so good That when the bliss of my achievement Finally does subside I will fall into a deep withdrawal like depression And that's how I'll know That shit was real You got no idea what this kind of life is like Unless you're one of the very, very, very few people Who has the courage Like Coach Chad told me To not listen to the little voice in your head I was trying to convince you To not do something great