Poetry

Mountains Too Tall

Karsten Würth

I was born a lowlander
Like most, I dreamed of the sky

Others followed a well-worn path
Seeking a way out
Longing for higher ground

I didn’t have the ambition
I rambled
I wandered
I explored

One day, I looked up
A mighty mountain stood before me
Could scale it?
What would I find at the apex?
Would it be worth the climb?

I made an attempt
Half-hearted
Placing music at its base
Each note a stepping stone

I made progress in the climb
It was challenging
I wasn’t disciplined or brave
The peak still loomed far above me

My confidence waned
I looked around for others to carry me up
A strategy that rarely finds favor
It failed

The mountain remained as tall as ever
I no longer climbed
The decades passed
I rambled
I wandered
I explored