By AJK

Clothes tattered,
breathing sharp
a long journey
clawing all up hill
An impossible journey
Held back by his troubles
Not by his lack of effort
But by his situation

he has come to the brink
of emptiness or revelation
before it he knew not of its existence
after it he now knows less
questions before not heard
that could have never existed

He looks down from his hill
At the people not strong enough-
To take the chance
They are of his kin
From the same mother
Though the boy knows nothing
He has learned how to question

He believes he is at the top
higher than the mansions of men
The men who live above his own
Yet they are not better
They had access to advancements-
That his people know not
But they do not share-
Not usually,
they think they know
Fore they had a headstart
They never had to crawl and scrape-
To get to their position

Yet they are wrong
They could never understand
The more you realize-
The less you know

The boy has learned
That he knows nothing
Mysteries to be discussed
but never unraveled
Yet he isn’t at the top
Of the summit yes
But as he looks out-
A plane flies overhead
He doesn’t weep-
he smiles
The plain gives him hope
This isn’t the end of the road
His path continues
Because those who try
Can always fly higher