I can reach camp first
I can stagger in last
I can race out front
I can lag behind
I can rest in deep ease
I can writhe in sharp pain
Still, this place holds all of me.

I can stand on the summit
I can flounder below
I can gather horizons
I can watch every step
I can laugh with my tribe
I can retreat to myself
Still, this place holds all of me.

I can play, young at heart
I can withdraw, old in mind
I can frolic through valleys
I can creep round a ledge
I can bare myself in icy pools
I can wear every layer I own
Still, this place holds all of me.

I can swell up with pride
I can recoil in shame
I can marvel at strength
I can flinch at an ache
I can stand at the start of the Rim
I can approach the end
Still, this place holds all