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.
Your words are as poetic and powerful as ever, you’re going great places. Keep it up professor you’re backed by faith and support.
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