As I look upon the mountain
I see not rising windblown rock
but rather a desire to climb
They say a river wanders there
So I peer - into a dream of
flowing to the ocean
He returned with tired hands
brushing red dust from his boots
holding images of Mars
And I floated mystically
gazing out to cold horizon
where I saw Earth rising
Some philosophic soul mutters
sounds portraying futures
So I look around and wander
throughout this we tear asunder
while there suddenly I wonder
with a tremble at a terrifying
rumble in my soul of a dream
never arriving
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