The Sight of the Mountains
by @Aliharati
Looking towards the mountains,
In the ceaseless hike of living,
Is it us who's taking step,
Or are we self deceiving?
The raging winds in sorrowful snow,
And fear shaking beneath,
Are we feeling it all,
Or are we sightseeing?
The high mountain summit,
Where we look to feel alive,
Is it the sight that we need,
Or what lays underneath it?
To play upon our burden,
To act as if it's myth,
To make us be the things that
we don't see ourselves being.
We need to look deeper,
We need to reach further,
We need to embrace it,
we need it, to receive it.
Or if we just ignore it,
Cover it up with being,
We lose sight of our self,
and sight of our beginning.
Lets hope the lone hiker,
Looking towards the mountains,
Can reach the deepest heights,
And see what needs seeing;
And what there is to be seen,
Gives him a farther sight.
Lets hope he keeps seeing,
Lets hope he keeps reaching.