A climber

Good men think about the land

The great beyond a generation 

And the rest most actively 

Care only for their noses 

The existence directly before

And the smell of what they perceive to be

Roses

Growing isn't always done for yourself 

A climber never chooses not to climb

But instead which mountain to scale

And when

Point is

You're always that

Just making a choice 

As to when and why

And when it's time

Don't worry

Just climb