Finding Me

I shouted into the mountains
But I heard no echo back.
I asked them to help me find me,
Perhaps I was just off track.

The silence was so dense
And the air ever so light.
It's true whatever they say,
There's beauty in every sight.

Millions of faceless people treading,
Finding beaten paths to a heaven.
Look at the countless yellow dots,
I've lost my breath counting just seven.

And as I leap off the cliff with no fear,
I ask the water why it doesn't engulf me.
I hit the cold water with all of life's force,
And I wake up at the airport suddenly.