Driven by the quest
to reach the sun’s crest
I closed my eyes for few secs
and pictured loneliness.

I had dropped everything down there
even the ones I held dear
climbing and being driven to climb more
enjoying each set of new lore.

Forgetting the gap I was creating
from the distance that emerged;
propelled by the urge
for success, that kept increasing

Eyes planted on goal
with each second presenting new risk
that could make grip
lose hold.

The mind sits back and fixes the puzzle
while the brain paint pictures
unraveling a conclusion in fine texture
of a top with never-ending hustle.

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