I have fallen for the mad ones
and the sad ones
and the ones who don’t know what they want
I have found that mania so consuming
confused depression for deep thinking
I’ve tried to heal the cracked ones
and piece the broken ones together…
O, I have tried
to climb that mountain
with broken ankles…
I have lived off the wild ones
brought calm to the angry ones
laid down with the tired ones and slept
I’ve ridden with the seesaw ones
always wondering where I stood
felt lost with the wilful ones
and cried beside the bitter ones
O, I have tried
to climb that mountain
with broken ankles…
I’ve walked across the weak ones
swum naked with the free ones
reached out for the timid ones
but found no hand waiting there
I have been ungrateful for the nicest ones
been bored by the honest ones
prayed for the fickle ones to change
knowing no love could bloom there
O, I have tried
to climb that mountain
with broken ankles…
And I have wondered loudly why
I never could reach the summit
with my broken ankles…
[2014]
Thanks for reading.
The Lighthouse 