Build up the mountain to fall and break
A fatuous idea if there was one at all
And yet many mountains fall
They build themselves upon rivers and streams
Which very nature reverts the plans for progress
Why?..is it because it wishes to be seen
Therefore it causes its own destruction
Foolish mountain
Or are we the foolish ones
Do we fall under the shame of the seas
Who's inability to wait cause it to be a faulty pleasure
But still we bath her with our man made concoctions
And unearth the giants mighty soul
So that we can have the keys for world domination
In the end we become like the mountain
Building our lives on a crumbling shell of a surface
Screaming "here, see us!" As we rise higher and higher
Indeed.... wisdom is proved rightous by its works
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Rambles of an average,odd person
PoetryThese are the thoughts of a life in day to day struggle between dealing with the realities, forsaken your inner awesomeness and rising to the challenge.We all find something unique in every book, but at the end of every thought...behind the ink of e...
