Azimuth Split On A Mountain
Like a tipp-ex line, streaking up out of the valleyMy
high path takes me unto a dream world
Loose boulders stand a loose guard
The sandy grasses waving in an open sea
Up there i smile, though i forget why
I'm lost and wandering and overjoyed
And i can fly
I don't want to die
I'm on a Mountain
I find myself clambering up out of the tarn
Scrambling through the house-sized rocks, the scree
Now i can finally see the top above me
And stand tall upon the cairn
Far off in the distant haze,
I can see the glimmering jagged peaks
I want to go there
Someday i will i swear
And be on a Mountain
