FOUR YEARS OF WIRE

(school is out; time for life)

I walk along the rusted wire
Hanging loose over raging fire
It's been four years and I'm quite tired
Of looping this thread with my own desires

Darkness surrounds the pit below
I stare into nothing; only three steps to go
But perilous thoughts are disrupting the flow
Why do these steps seem incredibly slow?

I skip the last step and jump to the ground
My steps are now taken with a different sound
I've finished the wire, but now there's a mound
Eternally high and infinitely round

Why couldn't it be a bed, or a dinner for three?
I think the fates are playing jokes on me
After four years of wire I thought I'd be free
To be able to see what no one else could see

This mound of life, is it really that high?
I can't see the top reaching into the sky
I'm not going to proceed if I don't try
All of this staring is hurting my eyes

I'll climb the mountain then...up we go!

Forty years later, I reach the top
There's no more work needed, so I finally stop
There's a sled waiting there and with a quick hop
I jump right in with a big belly flop!

I slide the way down in this big sled
Making quick progress and getting ahead
I hit the bottom; fate tells me I'm dead
I should have taken the stairs instead!