“It was you and me, against the world.”

The strength of your spirit is ambrosia to my awe,

You haul me up mountains, face turned to the sky,

The way you step, certain so unflawed,

But behind you I battle, for I fear we’re too high,

Yet onwards you skip, recklessly gay,

Causing rocks to loudly, messily descend,

Witnessing such my nerves all but fray,

But you’re blind, undeterred, driven towards the end,

Grappling firm on your fingers, I dare to look down,

The fall is nauseating, matching the motion of your stride,

So eager to reach the peak, you’ve missed my frown,

We’re so different, You & I...

- F æ ÿ r ñ ×