The Mountain Top Poem by John Ackerman

The Mountain Top

something inside of me
will often disagree
maybe its our society
yet it maybe plain to see

the mountain top alone
haunting the vortex of my mind
once I could see but today I'm blind
fast thrills in the back of my car

a notion of laughter to help your prepare for the great here after
in certain circles we are known to deliver
getting caught in the middle playing second fiddle
true hearts are met on the floor

watch as the Albatross soaring to new heights
the following of love announcing its rights
never relent to ever give up on the fight
being home alone by the pool

radio blasting everything so very cool
got sweet honeys in bikinis making me drool
sugar is sweet as sweet as honey
I'm going to be the one who takes home the money

everything is going so fast
how long will all the good times last?