The top of the world
At the peak of it all
No bullshit, no blunders
It is here where they give
Peaceful prayers to heaven
And as you look out
Shades of red and orange
And the lights of those below
And snaking roads and rivers
And dotted movements
That are vehicles to ambition
You realize that it simply is
The height of everything
And the collection
Of pure thoughts
And pure intentions
So you stand there
In triumph
Because you scaled it all
And you can sigh in relief
And ultimate bliss
And eyes water up
And then the tears
Run down your face
To tell you all is well
And you are alive
And that it all matters
And you are no longer alone
The top breaches
Clouds, and sprinkled stars
The holes that lead
To that eternal stairway
Perhaps you too
Will climb
From the top of the world
To the pinnacle of all
Knowledge and reality
To infinite existence
Saturday, April 14, 2007
I Climbed to The Top of The World
Shrooming. On a journey to reach the top of the world. And I fucking got there. And I was pretty much peaking when I stepped foot onto that piece of land that jutted out overlooking all of LA. And the lights and the sights, oh my god. And I stood there laughing and I had tears running down my face. It was absolutely beautiful and bliss.
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