I stand upon the mountain top alone
Feeling the weave of clouds surround my head.
A fool would say he needs a friend below
To help him down the peaks to Earth again.
I fly alone alive in happy dreams.
The wonder of the scene below so real.
And yet some wish for sleep to end it seems
To be with friend or foe so not to feel.
A wicked plunge uplifts a man to see
A life alone is rich in quiet awe.
But most avoid the lonely walk to be
Among the crowd safe in a web of law.
So live a life that beckons to your voice.
We die alone at last without a choice.