*some thoughts atop an almost 9,000 ft peak*
I am weary of ghost towns
By Man’s fleeting cares worn down.
I am weary of words that
Tumble out and tumble out
But have nothing to give.
Take me North and far to live.
Take me to the mountains –
Where far are thoughts of sins,
Far above the cares of Men –
The mountains abandoned
For they were never Man’s possession.
Let me stand above, obey that call,
Taller and taller above it all.
Stand above the world’s loud chant
Look down and see men as ants.
Let me stand above and see –
Oh! How small are we.
Remind me, Lord, why we breathe
And why we cease.