2008 Woodie Awards
The Descent
Jaime Coyne
Issue date: 11/29/07 Section: Visions and Voices
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One day we'll get there,
The top of the mountain,
The long journey ending
With cheers and applause.
We'll break out the wine,
And then get to talking
And realize there are
No greater mountains to climb -
But all this in silence,
not a word to admit
there is nowhere to go but down.
We'll keep running our mouths
About impossible trails
That never existed to take.
We'll build up dream paths
That lead into thin air
And end with a resounding thud.
Still, we'll try to journey on,
Make a path in the sky,
Tread on the clouds and
Disrupt the angels,
Never looking back,
Scorning our last step
As not good enough, not far enough.
But one day we'll stumble,
We'll look behind us,
And realize we're standing on air -
Air we're too good for,
Air obsolete on the journey
That we venture for -
And our faith based solely
On personal motives
Will crumble in the face
Of this harsh reality.
Down we will fall,
Downward, straight downward,
Into the depths of despair,
As we find that our pretentious creations
Can't help us walk through the air.
Never, on the journey up,
Did we consider the terrible descent.
Never did we think to glance
Down the other side of the mountain
And see what fate awaited us at the bottom,
Or where the journey would end.
The top of the mountain,
The long journey ending
With cheers and applause.
We'll break out the wine,
And then get to talking
And realize there are
No greater mountains to climb -
But all this in silence,
not a word to admit
there is nowhere to go but down.
We'll keep running our mouths
About impossible trails
That never existed to take.
We'll build up dream paths
That lead into thin air
And end with a resounding thud.
Still, we'll try to journey on,
Make a path in the sky,
Tread on the clouds and
Disrupt the angels,
Never looking back,
Scorning our last step
As not good enough, not far enough.
But one day we'll stumble,
We'll look behind us,
And realize we're standing on air -
Air we're too good for,
Air obsolete on the journey
That we venture for -
And our faith based solely
On personal motives
Will crumble in the face
Of this harsh reality.
Down we will fall,
Downward, straight downward,
Into the depths of despair,
As we find that our pretentious creations
Can't help us walk through the air.
Never, on the journey up,
Did we consider the terrible descent.
Never did we think to glance
Down the other side of the mountain
And see what fate awaited us at the bottom,
Or where the journey would end.
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