steady pace

Found another rock, inside my bag. Don't remember putting it there. Some are mine, some I stole. I'm feeling the aches. Ascent getting steeper, shit, I wish we did retakes. Steady my pace. Searching for grace. The best version of me, we haven't been introduced. Maybe he passed me a long time ago, maybe this climb is self-induced. Wasting my strength, collecting rocks. Rip my heart out, this weight is my detox. If I emptied this bag, and every pocket, would gravity forgive? Or would I only find out, the weight is how I live? Steady my pace. Searching for grace. Beautiful sunrise, in the wrong horizon. Beautiful sunrise, in the wrong horizon. Beautiful sunrise, in the wrong horizon. Steady my pace. Searching for grace. If I emptied this bag, and every pocket, would gravity forgive? Or would I only find out, the weight is how I live? Steady my pace. Searching for grace. Searching for grace.