ALONE AT THE TOP

From the foot of the mountain sighted I the mount top.
To get to it's top, that have been my desire.
No matter how long it will take, I would get there.
My yearning undeterred, my decision unwavering, I must get there.

Why go up there?, I know not, and still cared less to know.

One thing I was sure of, I want to explore.
Whatever the cost, whatever the pain...
However rough the road is, however distant the top is, I care not. I must reach there.

Against all warnings, against all fears, satisfying my cravings was top list.
Taking others along, waiting for others to join, no such thing would I do.
I just want to explore.

Finally at the top, I wish I never climbed up.
Or at best, having a companion would have helped.
Taking a gaze around me, I find no satisfaction climbing up.
All my yearnings gone, to explore I want no more.
Life indeed is a mirage.
The sight from afar differs at a closer distance.

Some explorations are vain.
Not all voyage is worth making.
Not all height is worth envying.
Being at the top tastes good, but sour when alone.

From this height have I discovered,
Of vain cravings, there are no ends.
Though the breeze be enough up there,
Enjoying it with others remains the best.
Height in Loneness is vanity.

Loneness may be more dangerous than disturbance.

Shun loneness to avoid loneliness.