That mountain,
it has not moved for years,
and that mountain I think it could only be moved with tears,
the tears of the heavens and an earthquake or two,
for the mountain it does not like humans,
and it is too beautiful to erase from view,
but how impeccably you stand,
as you glower and stare menacingly at me,
but I will tell you this,
I have no plans to climb you or anything that grand,
for I have enough mountain inside of me,
enough obstacles to climb and you are better off alone,
because I have enough mountains in my mind,
and though you are beautiful, you are not my type,
and my mind is enough of a mountain on its own,
enough of a mountain on its own,
and I already have enough mountains to climb inside me.
