Without mountains to shake us deep,
We are merely sheep wandering in the field,
Merely existing but not living,
On flat ground as we wonder around.
No opportunities to strive for,
No burning desire to reach for,
No journey,
Merely existing, wandering around,
With no desire to strive for.
We condemn what unfolds the journey,
And condemn what creates triumph,
In this extravagant world
Of ups, downs
Falls, and triumph.
Let’s not forget
That all,
Creates the journey
The destiny,
A new awareness
Of it all.