The Fall

Being on the journey of my life,

I wonder where the bounty is in all of it.

The treasure my soul longed for,

the gold my hands yearned to cradle,

the pleasure my heart throbs for.

Yes, I have treasure,

yes, I have gold,

and yes, I have pleasure.

But there's no value behind it.

None at all.

It was empty the moment I held it,

for I cannot find love in material things.

Because, well, they don't love back.

And the success I'm building,

The throne I'm creating,

who would I share it with?

Will I be alone on the apex of my reign?

Thinking about it all,

I think of the descent it would make.

What would happen if I just simply fall?

If I would just trip,

and let the slopes I've climbed,

roll me down to the bottom,

breaking my structure along the way,

never to climb again?

There is nothing of value up here,

where I near the top,

but I've had tribulation over and over,

and nothing came out of it.

I wonder...is there freedom among gravity?

Freedom in failure?

To let gravity pull you down,

and end your life there?

God, I can feel the rush of the wind as I think of it.

A final, serene descent...then nevermore.

But I can't. Yet.

Maybe when I'll reach the top,

and see nothing of value there,

then I'll fall,

straight to the bottom,

faster than any man would.

And we'll see the prize there.