Narrow trail, up the hill,
Staring down the abyss, I wish it will kill.
The baggage keeps pulling, my progress standstill,
The mountain is steep, but you call it a lack of will.
Broadened vistas, down the hill,
Multiple trails, inviting my skill,
As I roll down, from peaks to ground,
You hail a hero, call it a journey profound.
Flattened road, no hills in sight,
Unadventurous, non curvy, no bends beside,
Viewed left or right, the scene remains the same,
You write me off, in this game that seems lame.
When its uphill, its thrust upon, when its downhill, you chose,
In plains its on cruise control, to truly live, embrace the highs and lows!
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