Peaks and Valleys: A Poem

 Over Mountains Vast and Rivers Fast

Through all my past these things I've not struggled to last

I feign pursuit of love and beg wisdom from above

Yet peace I know not of, neither sign as a dove

I'm a liar a fool and a fraud

Of happiness: a denier, and to friends a tool to applaud

I wear many a face as I run the great race

Though in my case I win naught but disgrace

I call myself witty as I write of my pitty

I walk all alone as I claim the whole city

There are many a peak of which conquest I speak

But Oh truly I am weak and life's surely bleak