I scale this mountain of hope,
just a pile of collected dreams,
of unfounded expectation.
I choose with purpose
this never-ending climb,
and my self-deception propels me
toward imagined release
of great pinnacles of joy,
and the child-like anticipation
keeps me sane for the while.
Though I half expect to avalanche
down the other side of lofty hopes,
there is always that illusive miracle
that I may touch the stars,
plant my flag in victory,
on heavenly plateaus of contentment.
So I dwell on perfect outcomes,
believe all fateful predictions,
fool all my common sense,
always half knowing that real peace
is only a journey of the heart
across past and reaching plains….