I come down from the hill-top where
I was sitting for a while
How long I was, recall not
For the summit isn't mine
I reside down the valley this,
Pleasing fertile peaceful
But gazing at times I reach the peak
This unknown urge I can't resist
is it not life itself? poetically dramatised as a soliloquy/fine
Yes. Despite we have many good, we go for unrelated futile things. Thanks Yoonoos. Good question you asked
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Unable to resist the unknown urge! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.