Carried by a force until a certain peak
There, all you could see
Is swayed by the wind
Like the locks in your hair
Covering your eyes
That look nowhere
Like a faith made of silk
Look around not ahead
A peak is just the way towards
A descent
You have nowhere to look
Look around not ahead
A peak is just the way towards
A descent
The forces on the hill
Manifested by what you perceive as wind
Look around not ahead