I Reached the Top
I sense the turning tide of Life.
Tens of us will be affected.
There is always one who gets sick.
There is always one who gives up.
There is always one who questions.
Sitting and listening
To sounds of defiance,
And ignoring actions
Most unreasonable,
Creates a living ditch.
I reached the top
To breathe fresh air.
I left stale thoughts
In distant fog.
I looked at Stars.
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