Into the Whiled

No one would ever know anything happened here.
From tumult to ghost town in my mind.
Bracing for the winds of change to mess my hair and displace my stance.
I'm a mountaineer, but my global (dis)position system is off.
I've got tunnel vision to the tallest peaks.
But once I arrive I'm just looking for the next mountain to climb.
One step closer to the future seems too close to the edge.
This elevation won't last forever.
The air is thinning and my hands are cold despite all the degrees.
I'm climbing towards a height I can't know.
Don't look for me; I'm not looking back.

dm.