No rope. No ledge. No talent.
He went anyway.
Everyone below him
thought he was done.
A few of them held out
a blanket anyway.
That's us.
Charts go down.
We climb.
written on the wall · 2026
Red week. Red month.
Red year.
You're still here.
So climb.
If you are tired,
then do it tired.
Do It Tired · $CLIMB