The climb is endless; ceaseless.
There is nothing at the top,
There never was.

Step after step, breath after breath.
There is nothing but a void waiting once the goal is complete.

So many others make it,
They reach the top with proud grins and feelings of right,
So why does being here, finally, feel so wrong?

After so long, why does it not feel like it should?
Where is there no sense of accomplishment?
No 'hurrah' after the last step has been taken and the last stone has been thrown?

Why does it, despite the years of trying, seem like nothing now?
Why is there a blank space and nothing in sight?
This was supposed to be it, wasn't it?
But there's nothing here but empty space and hollow dreams.