Sit alone

I sit on top,
of a crumbling mountain.
no one here but me,
and an old dusty fountain.

i sit alone,
on this cold stone,
under the blazing sun.
i close my eyes and wait,
for my problems to come undone.

as the wind,
carries away my fears,
i whipe away,
two small tears.

everything begins to come clear.
the only place,
where i can be free,
is all the way up here.