It was beautiful as the hill was tall
And from the top, a flowing waterfall
Engulfed with trees all green
To see the view from up there, I was keen.
But how do I reach there without any way;
When I can’t step out of the sticky clay?
Yet, leaving the hurdles aside I begin my climb
Only to find myself falling every time
I thought of giving up and my eyes opened
The waterfall still existed; not from the hill, but originated from the depth of the eyes
I tried reaching where it originated
But after many failed attempts, I eventually fainted
Slowly, very slowly, I began losing my breath
Unknowingly, I gifted myself the world of death.