I May Not Reach The Top (From, Bob´s Buttercups Songs) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I may not reach the top
For either or a different way
But what is down comes up
If it is meant to stay
To reach from dark inside
Entwine and climb then high
Is to have someone's guide
To get there on its fly

I have no desire aspiring
To be put up in just a name
For if my thoughts don't sing
In candid plainly flame
It isn't for me being there
And burn my pride on
But go back to the nowhere
That always is never done

Not the best is staying alive
With nothing to give or tell
Only empty circling arrive
With nothing that rings true bell
O let me rest then peacefully
And steer no one's thought
With what is considered breeze fully
By what it sometimes ought

I may not reach the top
For either or a different way
But what is down comes up
If it is meant to stay
To reach from dark inside
Entwine and climb then high
Is to have someone's guide
To get there on its fly

Though anything done faithfully
Should give its good fortune
If it’s not measly simple too dully
To be on its top climbing run
And closer that one can bear
The mountains for picnic surprise
Like everything that is down there
Has nothing to do with the skies

And as you can tell by now
There is no ticket for a trip
You just get on top somehow
Or down you go in your own flip
For its not hard to realize
It’s simply by fortunate’s luck
How upside up you may rise
Or forever on bottom stay stuck

I may not reach the top
For either or a different way
But what is down comes up
If it is meant to stay
To reach from dark inside
Entwine and climb then high
Is to have someone's guide
To get there on its fly