A Stalemate

I am at the lowest and the worst
I am neither big nor miniscule
I struggle with the basest of desires
and I aim for the highest
I understand the peaks
And I have acquaintance with the ebbs
Knowing the peak is not enough to take me high
Nor seeing the ebbs taking me to the pit.
I refuse to let go of the world,
and the knowledge of beyond refuses to give up on me.
This struggle is ceaseless,
what is now known, cannot be unknown
what I have seen is hard to relinquish
we are at a stalemate.
I beg, give your verdict on my fate.