Retrace and Fall

Rung and up,

Rung and up. 

Foot, hand,

Foot, hand. 

Elevate each meaning,

Each depth and breath. 

Clouds are more familiar,

Heads lighten and lift. 

Rung and up,

Up and rung. 

Foot, foot,

Hand, hand. 

Flat peaks pursued.

Heights never known

Are a wearying thrill,

But weight pulls. 

Up to rung,

Up to rung.

Feet, hands,

Hands, feet. 

A glance back.

How do you go back

Down when you've climbed

Too high?

Rung out,

Rung out. 

Grip, ring,

Grip, ring. 

Sweat falls quick. 

Time still still ticks.  

One, two, three, shoot. 

Gravity defeats pride.