IMPOSTERS

I strolled through valleys full of imposters

When I should have climbed scree to look for stars

For life is up to chance and not rosters

And easy choices bring us mostly scars.

So the record can only condemn me

For all judgements and errors of neglect

But there’s a field where I hope to be free

Of this world’s spiteful resolve to reject.

To kiss your lips is my last ambition

Because your eyes have set my heart on fire

And my blood pumps me into position

For my love’s task: your pleasure to inspire.

And this is my view from the utmost top

Above contours where all others will stop.