Climbing atop the tallest mountain
Or possibly crossing the fiercest river
Whichever it is, the view should be lovely.
A crumbling path, far, far away from Earth
A boat always just a gust away from tipping
Whatever it is, I am blinded by fear.
Sealing my eyes,
Hiding from the worst,
That plagues my mind.
I do not wish to see
I do not wish to be here
I do not wish to fear
But alas, fear will always wish to watch this view
As it is ever so beautiful
In fleeting life,
Admired by death.