Climbing Mountains

I want to climb to the top of a mountain, 

because maybe from someplace high, 

      you could hear me. 

So I scramble and clamber scraping my 

     way to the top, because from up here, 

     you must hear me. 

But when I arrive at my coveted location, 

I realize, you still won’t listen.

 It matters no longer, however, 

because I fought my way to the top of this 

mountain 

and you still remain where I left you.