He climbed forever, up and up
Feeling no want to rest or stop,
His ultimate goal the unseen top,
Concealed behind the clouds.

The goal had meaning for a time,
To rest with those who were the prime,
Crawling on he merely mimes,
Those he sees beneath him.

The unseen peak shrouded in clouds,
Resting above people now cowed,
Beckons him through furrows well plowed,
By those who came before him.

Peoples fists raised to the sun,
gashed, and squashed, and tread upon,
His homage paid, his battle won,
The top lies just ahead.

Empty and shallow it all now seems,
His life, his hopes, even his dreams
There is no witness to hear his screams,
The plateau is bare and empty.

Running like wind all the way down,
Forsaking his throne, forgetting the crown,
Trying to leave that unholy ground,
His shallow desires deflated.