Writers Block

I stand at the top of this summit.
I am free to be who I want to be.
I am free to do what I want to do.
However it seems that I am on an endless search for you.
Where are you?

You are the next chapter to my book.
You are what will be the them of the next page.
I feel as though my writer is suffering from writers block.
I survey this lonely view and it never changes.

I am almost convinced that I must take the first step.
I am missing something because of my unmovable stance.
The view will never change as long as I stand here.

This is my book!
I must be the one writing it!
It is I that is suffering from writers block.
So I must take the step into the unknown and face the adventure that will come from it.

Perhaps there I will end my search for you...