Up and down

Up the hill and down the meadows.

I went, slowly up and rapidly; more like free fall, down.

The sun beat down fiercely and 

My back felt burdened on my way up,

Sweat suffused my face before I got to the top.

Coming down, the sun was up but,

The breeze made me feel cool and better.

And i sweated less though I sped more.

Going up is quite difficult, more difficult

Than coming down.

But the most difficult of all is staying up.

That altitude is lonely, hot and stifling.

Its much better staying down. 

At least there are  countless shadows,

To shade from the heat,

And the breeze to make the trip worth it.

Than the lonely top where you loose

All aspirations and feel stifled, 

And fearful of falling.

I'd rather go up and down.

Knowing I can go up if I want,

To satisfy my vain idea for greatness.

And down if i feel,

I need the peace of mind the bottom offers me.

I like being in control,

And not on the top with all my might.

like some do. Who fall off, 

Without as much as an ounce of strength.

I want to reach up with my tank full.

Come back down like the wind,

And up again with my tank full.

Its more fun than being stationery at the top.

©AdeayoPoetry