The top of the hill

I stood at the top of the hill,

and looked down,

everything seemed so small and insignificant.

I stood at the top of the hill,

and looked up,

the clouds came so close to me as if I'm hidden in it.

I stood at the top of the hill,

and looked side ways,

Realising I'm just a lonely soul.

I stood at the top of the hill,

and looked around,

I found myself so negligible compared to the world.

Now that I'm at the top of the hill,

I see things so clearly that,

I rather not see.

Because, I just can't accept the fact.