From my safe mountain I looked down;
At the beauty and majesty all around.
The woodlands, lakes, valleys and towns.
I looked up to the skies, when clear and blue;
a skylark or if lucky, in tandem, perhaps two.
And at night cast so far apart were the stars
Wondrously constant and calmly familiar.
I thought, you are not as fortunate as I
You do not sit on my mountain up high.
I watched you scurrying beneath me.
and wondered, how can you appreciate what you see?
All bustling and bumping under my watching eye.
Aloof, superior, only I knew the route to the sky.
The one day, whist at odds with my muse.
A hiker arrived and to leave did refuse.
They asked me to travel with them down below;
They assured me it was a safe place to go.
They talked of family and the joy of sharing;
They told me of community, love and caring.
And at first it felt a new and good place to be;
Then they walked on ahead and abandoned me.
And as I climbed through the trees to higher ground;
In panic, disorientated a new place I found.
A place of boards, circuits, bytes and bits;
A tower of sorts with silicone chips.
In this place I climbed up onto a plateau;
Away from the stress and towards the gallows.
And as I searched for a way to my mountain,
I bathed with others in this digital fountain.
Static I became, in this electrical air;
Detached from humanity and ceasing to care.
It was then that the storm troopers came
And dragged me through the town in shame.
What could I say, but guilty as charged
I was not like you, but a monster a large.
You could not have known I once sat serenely
At peace with myself, till you beckoned so keenly
From my safe mountain I no longer look down.
Much higher is my mountain with no route to me found.
The Skylarks may soar and contentedly twitter;
The stars may join together and glitter
Head in my hands I sit here on my rock;
Not superior, but alone, my life run amok.