tale to tale

Don’t knock down the mountain,

Its peak holds all of me.

This remains my scope of happiness

Where I feel sheer ecstasy.

I thrive for the climb, and live for the view

And reside on its highest level,

Where I monitor what came before.

At its feet I am a small man,

But my hopes are 10 times its height.

 

So don’t knock down my mountain.

So that I once more and time again,

Can embrace the light only felt at the top.

But I know I can only linger for so long,

The icy slopes and knife packed breeze,

Will knock me further than I would,

If I were to simply pass down its edges.

 

Just don’t knock down this mountain,

I’m coming down I swear,

I am not myself without my summit,

I am not myself without base despair.