Mountains to Dust

Mountains to Dust
Quizmo LaGrande

Out of mountains come dust.
Through dust mountains thrust.
We plod our trails, weary and bare,
Oft times to find ‘round each dusty care
A stream of unfairness, unkindness, and where
Discontent bubbles hang pale in the air.

Not always it happens, the life that we dream.
Still we dream with impossible, tossible means
That someday, please someday,
The wish will come true.
But what wish is it that you dare to pursue?

A sparkling clean life? Full of happy good tricks?
A juggler not missing a wrist of good flick?
But juggling’s a pastime we all must perform
On mountains, in dust, through saga and storm,

Through test and torment, downfall and drought,
A beguiling task full of witchcraft and want,
Much puffing of feathers while throwing of stones,
Much bluffing that life is so pleasant, less thorns,
As those who build mountains and choose to proclaim
Their lives sparkling fine,
Not simply insane.