The view over the hill,
I wonder what it looks like.
It must be beutiful, right?
Because its the view of the future,
And everyone has a right to see it.
The hill is tall and steep and a hard path to climb
but the other side is beutiful right?
It must be.
All of us will try to scale this hill,
Climb the boulders in our way,
and reach for the top.
Everyone wishes for something diffrent,
And sees a million views from the top of the hill.
Looking out to the future they will make.
Humans aren't perfect,
But we still reach for it,
The thing we desire.
We stand atop the hill and look at views shown to us,
Glittering, sparkling and overflowing with hope and hapiness.
But also mared by loss and despaire.
Yet we still have smiles apon our faces,
Content with the imperfect view before us.
We face ahead to confront our imperfectly perfect futures.