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When the stress builds up so high it surrounds every egress
And yet on they climb as if the sky were no such limit
Eventually the walls will become too heavy for itself
And in it will cave upon the poor soul who went and built it up

Now underneath it all I sit and claw above my head
To push away the rubble where my tower of stress had been
But soon I find I have no hope and just sit and wait
For slowly and eventually it will all erode away

Bit by bit and piece by piece and slowly brick by brick
The weight gets a little lighter
And so on I sit

But when this rubble finally clears I find myself amidst
A clearing of lifeless dirt where other stress towers had been
Looking around I finally see those goals that were so dear
Had all died away and that’s how long I was sitting here

Where have all of my friends gone
No longer on the same level as me
Then I found towns where their stress towers used to be

These towns are now thriving
Built of the same brick the stress used to be
But they are the achieved goals
Of those who never stopped clawing

And climbing and digging and forcing their way up
For soon they met the top
And had enough strength from their dig
To build great things from fallen