Standing upon a tabled rock
Teetering on a lofty pinnacle
All the world is plotting, poised
To tip the balance of being
In youth all so serious, severe
Full of focused feelings, ideals
The slightest tilt to frustration
Falling into abysmal dismay
The fear of failing, of falling
Left in shattered shards below
The winds whispering nearby
They emphasize the woe
But the years of tumbling
The trials of climbing
Straddling an aiguille
Stumbling back to vale
In these little lows found
Green grass, flowing brooks
Looking up into the skies
Resigned to contentment
Wondering why the fight
The residence of pride
A fallacy in being common
That dismal chasm reeling
Falling down, looking up
Realizing where you've been
Limits tested, found and known
Such a precarious choosing