Huckleberry Finn - Everest

That place is a grave that swallows everyone who dreams Cold corpses discovered by the dozens each day The highest white hole that pierces the sky Imagining the summit has long been my cherished delight That place that doesn't easily grant conquest Because of it, for some, it's an eternal needle's eye But that's precisely what captivates everyone's heart Yes, I too am going there because of it Like a book filled with everyone's success stories I clutched it tightly with my trembling hands With all the worries stuffed into my backpack Placed upon my shoulders, I feel the weight now Carrying backpacks of various shapes Briefly praying to the god they believe in, or something else Patting each other's shoulders, we promise to see each other at the summit