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