I cease my breath, and halt my pulse
On the crossroads, I see my clutch.
It's been a journey through the hills
With consistency being my pill.
Seeing the passersby, deviating from my side.
But, all I see is that peak,
About which none to I speak!
Soon, the clouds will subside
And zenith will arrive,
Giving me a glimpse of all that was derived.
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