Mountains of Fear


looming in the far distance

acres of rocks made of fear

afraid to climb them

unknowingly grinding those gears

it’s those mountains

looking down at me

telling me lies

that I can never be free

maybe someday

I’ll swear and I’ll vow

promising tomorrow

will some way be now

afraid to try

or even think

gun to gun

they make me blink

heard tell of others

who can easily ascend

my leaky canoe

will sink around the bend

maybe I’m worthless

others swear I’m not

those mountains start to frown

their grimace a knot

a prisoner of fear

trapped in a room

If I ever get up there

it had better be soon




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