I had kind of looked down upon you
You were in the mountains
And I was on the plains
I thought of your climb, as foolishness
and mine easy walk, a joyride
I could only see your struggling body
and not your eyes
How stupid it is to be lost in the climb?
I did not get to know, when my road
Seamlessly merged with the hills
I started climbing and lungs craved more life
breeze became cooler, the air become purer
I thought of you,
it seems to me now
I am becoming one of you.
AZal
