Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion
He was smart and he was successful,
He had it made with the moves he made.
He drove a new car every year,
His home - a secluded estate.
He worked hard to reach his pinnacle,
He gave his all in his rapid climb.
He paid the price to attain the top,
In the shortest possible time.
Then he discovered upon reaching,
His aerie above the world below,
That to remain where he strove to be,
Required that he work even more.
So he drove himself ever harder,
Answering the hill's clarion call.
Giving his all to secure his hold,
Lest he slip and thus lose it all.
He thought of the many things he owned,
But not how much it all really meant.
He never realized who the owner was,
That the owner had never been him.
He thought he was King of the mountain,
He could purchase anything at will.
But shift your perspective and you will see,
He owned nothing. It was owned by the hill.
The hill woke him up in the morning,
The hill sent him home every night.
The hill dictated who he kept as friends,
And it even selected his wife.
Yes. He could pay whatever the price,
For paying's what he had always done.
He'd always answered the call of the hill,
It was his master in the race he'd run.
He finally reached the point in his life,
When he surrendered the top of the hill,
To another person just like him,
Who heard its call even louder still.
Do you hear the hill calling for you?
Do its promises beckon you on?
Do you think you'll own all that you want?
Are you sure you'll be happy on top?
Will the hill awaken you each morning?
Will the hill send you home every night?
Will the hill dictate who are your friends?
Will the hill own your soul for life?
There will always be the hill climbers,
Who have only one goal in their view:
To reach the top whatever it costs.
Is the hill now calling for you?