Walking midriff visions precipice path
juxtaposed mortality's monolithic face
no crossroad or forks to choose
no rights or lefts, ups or downs
only one trail forward to follow.
Instead, we walk only to find a point
from which we ascend or descend.
Serenity's silent still waters tarn below.
Pinnacles of stellar mountain peaks above.
Both sanctuaries of our hopes, prayers and dreams.
In-between is the climb of life,
rocky crag footholds, good and bad,
decisions, within arms reach, we choose,
where a dozen feet further lays uncertainty.
Wrinkled lines of times sculptured stone;
smooth cheeks, overhanging brows,
we each have our own different way to climb.
Our journey, we face, is on expressions unknown.
Some will be stuck, give up or fall
some will find an easy way
others will not.
There will be those that fight and claw,
push, shove and make war,
start landslides of genocide.
Myself, I'm tired,
weather worn and weary,
maybe, had I gone a few feet left or right,
gone down rather than up,
up instead of down,
and still I wonder,
are my hopes, dreams and visions
what's really up or down there?
If only, I could have had wings!
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Adding your comment:
what could you do if you had wings you could have your wish 
... a wish is a hope and hope is a dream and you could change the world with a dream which can give hope and a wish can be blessed. I am walking back from your ending . In reality we have to find what path is best suited to us all the life experiences we endure help to make us the person we are today. Beautifully said in your fourth stanza.
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