I am going to find a mountain. The highest i can see. And i will climb upon that mountain. Which will look over land and sea. I will live upon that mountain. How happy i will be. While you will point up and laugh at me. And call me mad as mad may be. But i will be on my mountain. When you are under the sea. And you will no longer be able to point up at me. Calling me mad as mad maybe. And i will be safe on my mountain. Oh how happy i will be. So i am going to find this mountain. The highest that i can see. And i will live upon that mountain. While you are all under the sea.
I've thought about escaping to a mountain top. I like the idea of looking out on the world, above the chatter. I think about a cave perhaps near the summit, and if only I could drag up there a supply of fuel and an electric generator.... I enjoyed your poem. It's such a pleasant fantasy. Thanks for posting.
I'd like for my band to put that to music...it seems like it would be a great song, and i think i could come up with a melody for that.
It would be a great pleasure citrus seas for you to put a melody to my words,anything to help to put the message across,you can drop me you email address in private messages perhaps,so i might one day be able to get a copy of what you come up with,thanks for reading too.
Very Rad! It makes me think of something I was once told, "If mountains are problems they have all been climbed, Once there you can see further than you ever imagined" Not really anything to do with the global warming, but thats what I think about when I read it.