SEARCHING TO & FRO

 

I climbed every mountain,

Searched every valley,

Examined every nook and cranny,

Interrogated my Pop and Granny,

Inspected shelves high and low,

Blew both to and fro,

Connected all the spots,

Crossed my tees and dots,

But for the life of me, can NOT

Understand WHY I am not 

High and mighty, but instead 

Am flighty, spitey, and senseless.

Have I misplaced my Spidey Senses?

Built obstructions and offenses?

Please give a yay or nay, but don’t 

Say I don’t play well with others.

If I had my druthers, they’d cross 

THEIR tees and dot THEIR I’s,

Desist with their why’s, sighs, and 

Lies I so despise.

Still, tell them I’m so sorry.

It’s how I deal with worry 

That I’m wrong.  I always go

Along though faint and not 

Strong.

So if you find my bong,

Please tell it that I miss it;

That I won’t resist or diss it.

I need it to come home

So I’m not alone

We’ll get high and then 

When we’re there 

Where the air is thin,

We’ll have climbed every 

Mountain all over again.