Views

At the top,

I hold on tight as the wind starts blowing

I look down to see those climbing below me.

I begin to lose my sight of the ground.

I sit at a spot impossible to be found.

I lose track of the time.

Towards the middle,

From the bottom I climbed.

Towards the middle,

My hands begin to shake.

Towards the middle,

I think of which road to take.

I look to those who climbed before.

I wish I can climb up a little more.

I help others move up from the ground.

I work my way over to see who’s down

At the bottom.