I often see my mind as a mountain of Ice,

A huge fortress of strength, intelligence and greatness.

Like a monolith that will last for eons,

And will spike the awe of the beholder.

Yet also each day a massive sliver falls into the sea below

A huge wall of ice, 

that disappears like it was never even there.

Each day a sliver falls,

Slowly eating away at the mountain.

And I know that sooner or later that mountain will fall,

And collapse forever

Into the dark, cold abyss below,

Never to be seen, heard, or remembered

Ever again.