Intellectual Mountain
I haven’t made it to the top yet.
The view is still breathtaking.
There’s people below looking up.
They’re afraid of heights.
They don’t see the coming flood.
I try to warn them.
They can’t hear me.
I’m tempted to go back.
I know I can’t.
The flood washes away their illusions.
Perhaps I’m next.
I wonder what those higher than me can see.
Am I just as lost to them?
I keep heading for the top
I wish you could come.
But we climb alone.
