I've climbed to the top of the highest hill
And I've looked at the world afar,
I've touched the earth with a trembling hand
And reached for a shining star.
I've prayed to God in a special way
Neath the heavens of fairest blue
And thrilled to a dream anew.
I've stood at the top of the highest hill
With the wind blowing sharp in my face,
I've marveled at nature so wondrous and grand
At the joy of this quiet place,
High on the top of a climbing hill
Close to the shining dawn,
Morning aglow in the heavens so fair
A treasure to gaze upon.
So often I've climbed to the top of the highest hill
To look at this world I adore,
And here have found a peace I can keep,
A faith that each heart searches for.
Life holds so much we can make our own
If we'll ever keep climbing and look to the sky
Until we reach the top of the hill.
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And being one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden back.
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
It seems that you can try really hard to get something, but the only way is to wish or dream sometimes you can end up wishing and dreaming too much, 'til you almost believe it's true. THEN SOMETHING HAPPENS... and you wake up to a surprise to find out that it's not really true. So what is the use of trying?
Yet sometimes just to have that everlasting will to try again, seems to make it worth while.
Sitting around at lunch time, suffering over the difficulties of life, reading about Tom Sawyer and liking what Tom said at one point.
"I wish I could die temporarily."