wandertillhecomes
  Junior Member

What If I Fall Down at Your Feet

I climb, and climb, and climb,
Only to reach so high,
And as the turmoil reaches my mind,
Inward I think I die.

Only to breath in but question life,
And I wonder if it is right,
Feeling so alone on the inside,
I smile...and I survive.

...

– by Josef Kruppenbacher