My Mountain by Phil P RobsonAn eastern cloud of tranquillity
Where I thought I might find peace
Casts a grimace on my face
Which gazes at my feet
A deserted void awaits
The ascension of this hill
Nothing more than aching limbs
And a sinking heart I feel
Downcast in all my manners
I retreat, ready to rejoin the world
But as I turn Im struck
My reason does unfurl
There is nothing where Im headed
That is not where Im come
Just illusions of an order
Man sculptured from a stone
Cherishing my thoughts
I never could describe
I step back to society
With a secret smile inside
So if youre told to wander
Dont ask when or why, just go
And dare unlock the answer
That your heart does yearn to show
06/05/2003 Posted on 06/05/2003 Copyright © 2025 Phil P Robson
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