Cross It Off The List

The wind wishes to keep me away and end my journey, 
Yet my plans and its plans don't align,
so I continue to defy it, stomping my feet on the rocky path
As I fight to keep moving forward, a fight that feels eternal,
As if I'm climbing a stair case that gains a step 
Every time I take one, though I know there is an end,
For my destination awaits, one I vowed to return to
At the age of five, one I am hell bent on returning to
So I can cross one last item off of my list,
The list that has already seen the likes of "visit another country",
"Go skydiving" and "enter a hot dog eating contest" get crosses
Through them, leaving only one cross-less item
That I will tend to as soon as I can, even if that means letting the wind
Rip the shirt off my back and force me to climb half-naked,
Which is an embarrassing thought, but one must
Sacrifice for one's goals to be obtained, thus I proudly
Throw off my shirt and raise my tempo as
The sun's rays overcome the veil of clouds, As if
Mother nature is cheering for me and expecting
Nothing but victory from this panting, sweaty bag of
Aching bones and failing organs which
Ain't ready for any bucket-kicking, not when I'm finally close
To that spot where I boldly declared myself
King of the world from atop my father's shoulders, a proclamation
I'm itching to make despite my body preferring to
Gasp for air rather than scream, and who can blame it
With how much pressure I've put it through when
It's already on its last legs and begging for mercy,
Mercy it'll get soon enough, but first things first,
I'm atop the mountain at last, the sun above me, canyon below,
Howling wind and squawking birds serving as
Witnesses to the declaration that I'm 
King of the mountain, king of the canyon,
King of the world, and king of living,
For "go back to the mountaintop" can finally be crossed off the list,
And the king can finally step away from his throne
To get some rest and wake up in a new kingdom,
Hopefully one that has angels and not fire.