I struggle hard,
and climb the mountains to see the valleys below.
I breathe the fresh air, and I sit upon a rock,
and I wonder at the world in its simplicity,
so far away from civilization, and in tranquillity,
and there, upon the top,
I am truly free,
and it is the only life that I wish for,
and the only life that I wish to know,
uncluttered and peaceful,
for up here on the mountain top,
it is a pure vision of the world,
and I am clearer headed,
than in the contaminated cities,
and the noisy towns that plague me,
and my sanity down below.
