I raced up the mountain looking for you
So many others were running up too
To be the first and to be the best
From childhood we train for this test

I went past many in my haste
Some seemed tired some seemed dazed
But reaching that summit was my solitary aim
My unerring shot at wealth and fame

As slopes grew steeper less climbers I saw
Many a fallen comrade on the mountain floor
But if I fall back I must take the blame
I thought I knew the rules of this game

Finally, I did conquer the mountain peak
There your welcoming presence I seek
But the top was barren where no flowers bloom
And you were nowhere, just the misty gloom

So where else could I venture from there?
Need for that descending trek was clear
But there was no race and there was no rush
Time to absorb the tranquil stillness and hush

On the way I stopped by the fallen weak
I help them rise and then up the steep
And then I see you…in their gratefully tear
The sun had risen and the mist was clear

So, did I ascend a higher peak?
Is this the journey that one must seek?
The new focus is on the path and not on I
Success, you were sighted - Is that why?