We Were All Crazy Once

Crazy plans were made some of us raced off to fulfill half-baked dreams, Some became causeless rebels, a few, artists, or poets. They travelled, they meandered here and there looking for a purpose. Last night in a reverie I saw them all milling around the base of a mountain they had once vowed to climb. They were okay, they had settled-in, built families brick by heavy brick. Of course some died trying, were they the hero's? I myself, ended up in a place not one of us saw coming; better that way - no tracks or trace, just slowly failing upwards.