I thought I'd moved on from this
got over the hill of longing
and was skipping down the face of carefree enjoyment
turns out I'm in a rolling valley
and the cliff of longing has presented itself infront of me again.
I don't know if I can bring myself to climb again,
I don't think I have the strength.
Maybe I should turn, and walk down through the valley of life,
forget about the perilous climb,
the adrenaline rush as I reach heights I have never climbed to,
the views I could enjoy,
the small things I could discover in the cracks and crevices of his life,