Prime Time

Once upon a time 
I spotted a mountain I could climb
Because not to do it - would be a total crime
How could I miss out on such a prime?

A peek so high
Boy, did I try 
For a moment I believed I could fly
Like a bird floating high in the sky

But the mountain was only a reflection
Waiting for me to make a connection
It must also have faced once or twice - rejection
And perhaps it finally lost its over-all direction.

So what if I leave the mountain alone?
And instead of climbing, just sit there on a stone
It could be more peaceful than anything else I've known
And before long, it would seem that I have grown.

Grown to see that the mountain is not there at all
And even if it was - it really isn't that tall
And what if I had reached the top just so I could fall?
All and all, I'd rather have a different kind of curtain call.
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