Looking over the peaks pointing towards the sky, I wonder why.
Where the mist meets the water, is the distinction that fine?
Feeling the wind on my face, does it know me like I know her?
I slowly move up the peak, reaching to touch the sky.
My breath is heavy, my body warm. With purpose in each step my mind is clear.
Time has no meaning, just going with the flow.
Being one with the universe, you have nothing to fear.
