At the highest peaks,
It’s a delight, one of kind.
You would want it to be immortalised.

At the lowest of the lows,
The pain, the agony, so blinding
Altleast mortality gives the promise of a release from this life.

The in-between’s are the most tricky,
Oh the struggle,
Whether risk to live like there is no end,
Or risk to live because, it is going to end.