Free

I rise high
above the clouds
and gaze upon the landscape below
baron and empty.
Oh how its changed
from yesterday

I've rose this high
many times before
oh how it's changed
from a winter wonderland
to a lonely wasteland
since my last long climb

The cold lifeless fog,
blurring all reality,
moves to reveal the destination
of the road to nowhere,
the fears of the common man
disappear in the wind


Side note: This is the 100th post here on TwigsInWigs. Thanks and congratulations go to all involved.
Yours,
Robert O'Sullivan, aka CircleGuy