Rebuilt

Half-way through,
Made a wrong move.
And stumbling fell the man.

Then he felt,
What’s wrong with me?
To be stuck in this circle bad.

Climbing again,
The stairs unwell.
For every reason wrong.

Then why to rise,
To fall again?
Wondered the our man again.

To reach the top,
Once again.
Replied his intellect.

But what if I,
Didn’t want to reach?
Examined he to mind.

Then you might as well,
End this life.
There’s no reason to thrive.

But there are things,
That mean more than fame,
And success and wealth and apex.

But there are things,
Your own mind needs,
To create your living hell.

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