Before words could go free,
there was a Stranger In A Strange Town...

The Mountain

"We'll figure it out" isn't much of a plan,
Towards our new life together,
And little help is "We'll do what we can"
To see us through stormy weather.

(In my defence)
I spent many years with my head in the sand,
Not wanting to deal with things,
Now I walk around saying "Isn't life grand,
Whatever the future brings."

But bringing the future we want will take work,
And I must now step up to the plate,
Or I'll look at myself and say "Man, what a jerk,"
If I start when it's way too late.

So I plow through this mountain of papers so old,
Stuck here when I'd rather be there,
But once it is done and the numbers are told,
My heart will be lighter than air.
And I know if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest,
That my heart will lie will lie peaceful and calm...