The mind is no desert, its lush peaks and valleys
Make it a playground no one wants to leave
There are clouds and rain, bright sunshine and dark skies
The ever changing canopy keeps the senses sharp and honed
Inequality rules, in the mind, crowds of thought
Live in its valleys, the privileged amongst them rule the peaks
There is no level ground, for them to meet
Blustering winds and storms of discontent don’t follow
An almanac’s predictions, life’s unpredictable, only in the mind
There is no escape for those on the peaks, the valleys will claim them
It’s inevitable, the view from the top may be nice, but there isn’t freedom
When rivers can leave the peaks and valleys behind, why can’t we?
