I don't often write poems, but here's one I came up with just now.
Gone to the mountain, the uppermost peak.
Triumphed, lived joyous, then found myself weak.
Drank from the fountain, learned pleasure and love,
felt pain destroy it, then raise it above.
Often I wonder wherefore am I here.
Some offer answers and speak most sincere.
Oh what a blunder, claiming to know,
when just a dancer, here in the same show.
What is the mystery you want me to see,
when clouds filter water from the deep sea?
Why suspect trickery when ill befalls life,
and fall off kilter from toil and strife?
There may be a reason guiding our rhyme,
not one you'll learn now, life frozen in time.
Live in your season and love what you find,
don't trouble on how your soul came alive.
Whatever the cause, purpose or meaning,
figure it out right after this screening.
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