poem time

[faliurebydesign]

She sits so high above me
In a pompous state of bliss.
I set her up upon that
Mighty, mighty cliff.

Now my eyes are growing bleary
and the air is getting thin.
But one more quick glance up at her
gives me hope again.

And as I quickly make my way
Up that slippery summit
My feet slip out from under me
And I begin to plummet.

And as I fall down the mountain
a heaving wave of stone
washes quickly overy me, and
at the bottom i stand alone.

My body is bruised and beaten
And I am chilled to the bone
But again I look up at the mountain,
For reasons yet unknown.

And I don't understand
Why, in my perilous ascent
I gain some ground, If in my mind
Before downward I am sent.

Yet days go by, and I remain
In a constant state of war
With my beautiful foe, despite the fact
that I know not what I'm here for.
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