I never liked the mountain tops, staring down at me as I gaze up at them
Seemingly arguing away our day, glaring as we wound around the busy way
Nauseating turns, spinning tales, hidden in the valleys, the cascading rivers
Always in a tussle, to burst free of the bundles wound around my legs, the weight tied around my shoes and a heavy heart
Left and right, wherever I turn, I see the pointed and rounded ends, blocking light, some
There’s always another slope to climb, another fire escape.