Ramblings of a bored someone

I go through life 
Looking for an excuse
For why I am what I am
And not more
I always want to be more
But I am afraid to achieve it
Be it fear of the means
Or the end result
I climb as far and as fast as I can
Then I discover there's nothing above me
Worth climbing for
And that I've climbed past anything interesting
So I climb for the sake of climbing
Because there's nothing good on the ground
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to
Jump off this high pedestal 
I've created for myself
And just fall forever
Just for the experience of falling
I run
Just to see how fast I can get to where I'm going
But when I get there I realize there's nothing here
And while I was running
I missed everything along the way
But there probably wasn't anything interesting there anyway
So it doesn't matter
I could be everything that they are
But then I wouldn't be me
So it wouldn't be the same
They could be what I am
But then I would be another face in the crowd
And the crowd would no longer belong to me
I go as far as I can
Until I can go no further
Than I see that I was never
On the right path to begin with
I'm going to go walking
Straight ahead and a little to the right
I'm going to see where I end up