A flight of fancy causes me to weep,
A little delirious, a little shaken,
A little dwarfed and hugely mistaken.
What must a girl such as me really do
When taken over by the measly blues?
Write a poem? Sing a song?
If only you would sing along.
The road to Eagle Peak is swamped
With crowds of friends and sing-a-longs
And the journey would only do me well
Only if you would tell me all that you would tell.
If a soothsayer says to me today
That I will conquer Eagle Peak this day
I'd cry aloud because I'm really feeling gloom
From a day far past, a day of doom.
I can't see the road ahead, it's misty and cold,
Marked by the dead and lit with gold;
I don't know what the journey would be like
But will you please help me cross the dyke?
I really won't ask you for much anymore,
Just that you accompany me on this beautiful sojourn
Because the path ahead is lit and gold
And there I'd like to your hand hold.
-- Doel Sengupta
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