The higher I climb the thinner the air
Making different choices that seems rare
Nightmares brought me here and will bring me down
Unless I’m suited and not clowning around
Alone and thin air captures thinking
Having no one for sounding board linking
Almost at the top to plant the flag
There were no others so I could brag
First solo climbing and it makes mad
The blues came over me that made me sad
Conquering the mountain wasn’t what I thought it would be
Others warned but I would’t listen or agree
© 2013 Michael Yost 05/16
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