Five Ways Down
I stand upon a mountain top with fire at the base.
Above me is the black expanse of boundless, starry space.
Behind me lies an ocean not of water but of glass
Which borders on a deadly wilderness of poison gas.
Unto the right lies endless blue of diamonds shining bright,
While on the left is nothing but an orange and yellow light.
There’s five ways down the mountainside and one way up to space
And I am on the verge of going down each path apace.