The Footsteps Of The Fools Poem by RIC BASTASA

when you are not there yet
you aspire for it, it is like a magical mountain
the apex of which you dream to step upon,
and every day of your life
you prepare
to be there, every step is carefully done
every strategy studied so well,
until you reach there, and what do you see?

the plains below, just like another scene
anywhere
you hear the song of the wind there
you touch the fog
you feel the rugged texture of its soil
orchids hang on its sides
but they are all the same
in all those places that you have been
there is really no difference

and you come down
and others who see you adore you
and ask you questions
about the song at the peak of that mountain by the wind
how does it feel to be on top?

you tell them that it is all the same
that there is nothing that makes that peak so significant
that you devote all your life
trying to reach it

but no one believes you and you regret to see them
following the footsteps of the fools over and over again