The real test will come
When you haven't studied,
When you're standing naked in the snow,
When your legs are tired, and the hill is
steeper
Than you've ever climbed before.
The test will come
When you haven't slept for days,
When you look around, and the friends and
family who once surrounded you have
vanished into nothingness.
The test will come
When peace of mind eludes you.
What can you do now to prepare
For that inevitable day?
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