from the top the wind blows hard
a sight to behold
the bottom so distant
but worth the wait
as thoughts of why i'm here flood my head
i realize that i worked myself here
you built me up
and when the time comes
the tear down of the tower
the crashing of my walls
i will fall
or can i jump first
and beat down the destruction
how did i reach such a high point
the clouds block my view
on a clear day the people look like ants
the way i feel
another moment another time
reasons spent and thrown to the rocks
the stones of hope
or of the end
an end i wish for
the same end i need
that i pull myself up to greet
a wait to take its hand
to jump over the top
and fall back in place
a long time to collect
an bring my thoughts together
was this what i wanted
is this going to make it better
where do i go from here
questions take over
as i take a step forward
the air is thin
and my mind is writing
the end of the book
i take a step back
think of those who care
wondering why people always care more
after the person is gone
if i only i could see
if any care then
up and over the hill
i must hurry
time is cutting short
so i close my eyes
step ahead
and feel the rush
the wind blowing against my face
knowing this is it
i come to grip with it
why so few things flash before my eyes
i do not know
as i see the end
i can almost feel it in my finger tips
and as the end is just a split second away
i wake up
another dream unfulfilled
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