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.