Beyond the Mountaintop Lake

I wish I could be conventional I wish I could be like the rest Social, casual, polite and structural But then, I cannot resist the pull of my fate I aspire to climb the highest mountain And dance on the waters of its inaccessible lake With the moody hues of my heart, its waters I would stain So that glancing at such a sight, even God would do a double take! Yes, I really wish I could fit in The human side of me yearns for it That which satisfies the mortal, that which pleases the skin But then, I can help it not, of the heavenly have I been given a treat And the mysterious side of myself keeps thirsting for more Of that which can lift from my gaze the veil of ignorance! Why, if I manage to climb the Everest and be not so sore I would, to the tunes of the mystical emanating there, dance! And grieve, simply for being, For being on an Earth, shrouded An Earth, with no meaning Shrouded, yes, and its Truth, clouded! But I am weak, and frail and my knees are tired I shall, instead, sit and contemplate I shall close my eyes, listen to music, soulfully measured And fly, beyond the highest mountain's lake, to where, personified is Fate!