Solving every problem
With a belly full of tea
And your feet
Hitting the treadmill
Shoulders taking on
The rowing machine
When dreams of mom dying
Keep you up at night
Who made the molecules
Behind your eyes
That shine
And glitter like Aztec gold
Through the green foliage
The right angles of your face
Looming like the himalayas
Annapurna and Everest
In the minds
Of mountaineers
And ex-boyfriends who can't forget
Your perfect china doll complexion
Rosy cheeks
A fake shade of delicate
You could hold up a bank with those eyelashes
Reaching for the sky
No time to call the police
Just put your hearts in my hands boys
And no one gets hurts

Put your toes on my shoulders
Sister
I'm always here for a boost
Take that leap sister
The world was
Made for you

i have never walked alone,
never relied on my own,
it was the first time was doing this,
taking all chances,
taking all the risks,

it wasn't all sudden,
it really was a planned,
months months ago,
Annapurna I am going,
i took a stand,

all in all,
the time was right,
the break i needed the most
excited and nervous to step
on four thousands meters of height,

i took a bus
to pokhara from capital
my adventure weeks wasn't at rush
pre season for the mountains,
expecting the heavy rainfall

i had to drop my bag,
to a e friend i hadn't met
marimo was the guy
was waiting at the stop,
hadn't seen him yet.

i had no plan yet,
went to a fruit store to drink some shake,
i was deciding my next stop,
with the guy i just met,

next hour,
i took a bus to naya bazar,
i was placed to last window seat,
different characters i was destined to meet.

old guy, broke the ice,
he started with a question,
he was soft spoken, to me he was nice,
are you alone, where are you going ahead?
i said, yes i am solo, and i was betrayed.
it had been a while, my mountains was up on,
he remember his daughter seeing me, my age,
she had been abroad, sending happiness from Japan,
he had his hope, love, care for her, fullest to the page.

His one way forever trip
Lasted five weeks,
When he exhausted his cash
And was bored up to his cheeks,
There were the usual excursions
To see cousins and monks,
But when all was said and done
He was just one of the punks.

They have little inspiration
And no imagination,
To do anything beyond
Their comfort zone,
This leads to lassitude and laziness
Goofing off and craziness,
Made worse without the
Latest mobile phone.

When your iPhone doesn’t function
At the Annapurna junction,
When the SIM card can not find
A local tower,
The entertainment cycle fades
Winding down the fool charades,
Time to hit the road back home
And toss some flour.

In one Asian culture, tossing flour in the air at New Years celebration is to bring good luck.