0037 The Man [25 April 1997]

Upon a misty mountain,
A man of youthful time,
Stands all alone
In thought of all things he’d known.

Upon this mountain,
This man stands tall,
Drinking in the air
Heavy with sparkling river mist.

A dream fills his mind
As the forest fills his eyes.
Where peace rules the world,
As the forest rules his vision.

He questions life,
As he stands,
At the top of the world
Master of his own fate.

About taikodragonjkf

Member of Spokane Taiko. Poet. Karaoke singer. Love cats and baseball.
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