The Path

I climbed a mountain to see what I could see
but i became frightened when I looked behind me.
For there was no path down.
Tears began to well and my face was but a frown.
For though I had reached the highest point in my life,
I was alone in my strife.
I fell into a deep slumber and dreamed I could fly.
The solution to my problem was nigh.
I jumped to my feet and followed the stream to safety below.

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