In the mountains

Man finds his greater self

Outside of modernism 

Excitement plots within him

With each footstep 

Rises a will to conquer

All the hills that plague his path

 He desires to squander

It's in his spirit burning -

As he ascends the mountain

The will to live and achieve 

It won’t let go -

 As deep down lies belief 

Reflecting in the lakes

He sees himself unfold

And it cannot be escaped

Life is a lemon, the juice is his joy

He squeezes hard as man can muster

And finds himself exhausted

Overwhelmed by stacking thoughts

That pile up —like books on shelves

How long has it been?

A year? Or twelve?

Man tunes out and loses touch

The loop just never stops

Yet in the trees with winter’s breeze

Under summer skies and autumn leaves

He bends his knees and looks above

Glad for all he’s suffered

Yet two feet deep in his hike from the cities

He finds what has long been missing

Like a flame from the sparked wood

Life returns suddenly

His old vision burns —

And the answer is clear

Just breathe and flow 

And life will show how simple things can be