Moving Mountains
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Moving Mountains
There once was a time I laid upon grass and cast my eyes to the sky
Til one day they fell upon troublesome mass – a mountain obstructing my eye
“Now I cannot move it,” I thought, “But alas, maybe there’s something I’ll try-
For if it won’t budge, I’ll break it like glass, and move all its pieces awry.”
I chipped at its base til pebbles I had, then stones and boulders alike
Again and again to the pile I’d add, until something remained that I liked
But with every new piece I still wasn’t glad, no matter how often I’d strike
My days were obsessed til it drove me mad, and into my head put the spike.
- A. J. Darkholme
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