Lunatic Mountain.

Lunatic Mountain

Lunatic mountain,

Crouching at the top.

I have climbed so long and so hard –

Battled every boulder,

Now viewing my kingdom from above.

Though what I see is not how I thought it would look.

I thought I would be clear and all skies here,

That it would make sense.

But, it’s all wrong.

I can only see the grey,

The suffering,

The past,

The future covered in a dense fog.

Why was I climbing up here again?

What was I trying to find?

I seem to have amnesia.

So I stand,

And begin my trek back,

Toward the steady ground.

Where the air is not choking,

And I can see again.