Climb it.
You say you’d like to see me try
Climbing...
You pick the place and I’ll choose the time
And I’ll climb the hill in my own way -
Just wait a while for the right day.
And as I rise above the treeline and the clouds,
I’ll look down -
Hear the sound
Of the things you said today.
Fearlessly, the idiot faced the crowd -
Smiling...
Merciless, the magistrate turns ‘round -
Frowning...
“And who’s the fool who wears the crown?
No doubt, in your own way.”
And every day is the right day.
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow,
You’ll look down -
Hear the sound
Of the faces in the crowd.
