I sit on the lonely mountain top
When I need to think, to stop.
While they sit in their dark halls
And close themselves in walls
Squabbling about their petty laws,
The sun in the snow gleams on my face
Far apart from the frantic race
To right or left I chose to go
I’m not caught up in the flow.
Don’t try to make me come back down
I’ll sit here on the mountain’s crown
I’ll breathe the air and smell the flower
As is sit atop my lonely tower.
For here it is I found my joy
And here I need no pretty toy
To fit right in, for there’s just me.
Alone, and happy as can be.