I aspire to reach peaks,
that mountains hold steadfast,
searching, running, and climbing,
toward highs I know can’t last.

I lust for the spikes,
that beat my heart awake,
welling in me the courage,
to put everything at stake.

I hunger for an ecstasy,
that follows the fall and rise,
where pride is lost within the awe,
of another’s eyes.

I ache to be on life’s summit,
to call there — here,
and be presently aware,
living is the opposite of fear.