I haven't really found a title for this one. I mean,yes I can come up with some obvious ones but that has never really worked for me..This one comes close..or so I think.Anyway,here it is:
Haunted by this immortal desire,
Life seemed to be trudging up
an incline..I never intended to climb..
On my way up,
I can't help but look around..freedom,you betray me..
And that hollowness intensifies
For I don't know why I'm trudging..
I stop all at once..
The decline seems like fun..
Ahh the excitement of a negated journey..
For once,I'll close my eyes and trust you,gravity.
It is never really easy for a man,
To choose between poetry and physics.
And as pride and honor go battle each other..
I cry now for the only casualty..my logic.
I no longer trudge but walk..it is all I can change
On perhaps what still is a wrong incline..
And those dreams of freedom,of love and destiny..
Abandon all but my dreams..
And I smile as I humor myself..
That maybe atop this mountain,
I shall find what my heart seeks..
That piece of land..
That land of peace.