I stand on the head of the mountain
Looking down at angry rocks
Watching around as companion trees dance
Looking down as angry trees fight the winds
But I still aim for the sky
What does this mean?
Satisfaction taunts and never delivers?
The more I hold, the more it pulls
The more I get, the more I need
The more I see, the more I chase
Now I have in abundance
But my headache is protection and wanting more
I wish to be the angry rocks down there
I wish to be the fighting trees and winds below
To have my sanity and live
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014