When You get to the Top Of The Mountian Will You Look Down

Although most people who know from the net or from comedy clubs would never have guessed it I was a fighter. And for many years my life was nothing but that.

To reach the end of any point is a burden unto itself.

I once was a fighter and I drove myself always yerning to reach the top.

For what is the point of doing anything half a*s in life.

 

My life was fighting and now although I no longer compete still that fire seems to go into anything I do it always there for a fire underneath the surface always burns with pure passion.

But little did I understand like in any climb there must always be a end.

And that point is both the most rewarding and cruel b*****d of them all.

 

And for this drive I have little to show.

No rewards ,No regrets just a few bad injuries and a boatload of bills that give little soliace to my troubled thoughts.

 

Ive damaged my neck to the point it stays in constant pain  a simple act of turning it

brings a sure promise of pain and a reminder of it's break so few years ago.

yet still I walk and to this peak ive seen many things and the hardest question

asked by myself.

 

Once you reach it  then what?

 

To be the best or even amoungst the best  you will soon lern that cold truth that comforts little yet does exist within us all.

It's a lonley place to be at the top for theres only one place after the rise .

The ever humbling fall.

 

Faces once called friends seem to be strangers in seconds and thoose who see nothing to gain from you soon dont seem to understand you exist at all.

It's like dying twice except this time you understandf just how little in this world

you truley mean.

 

Who cares for the broken horse no longer able to run now your just left to graze and die viewing others running after that what you did grasp onmly for a seconds time.

Fate is a cruel hand and time the salt in the ever pressent wound.

 

I understand the cycle i just hate the fact it's my turn.

It's like flying when your in it then one day its taken away and your left witha broken frame that takes pills and a few stiff drinks just to be able to get the f**k outta bed.

 

Wanna be the best?

i did so I thought but if tommorow someone asked.

Hey wanna be back in like some twisted joke or trained animal id take this busted frame and go running headfirst into the storm any day.

 

For to live in the moment one second sure beats waitting to fade for many years.

It's all in the moments.

 

 

And as far for that one moment when you reach the top .

All I can truely say is Goddam  the view is great.          

Reviews

[Marie Nichols]

An emotional write with such truth. I hope to read much more from you.

[FJ Davis]

Those with any sense at all, want to die with their boots on.
Have been a boxing fan since I was a little kid--and while I've never officially boxed--I've always admired the code of the gladiator.
I'm glad you climbed high enough to have a view; because I consider you one of us, we "average joes"--who've never gotten much above sea level--can kinda share, just a little bit, in your glory.
As for being easily forgotten, and quickly abandoned when one, apparently, has little to offer others--sadly--that's the way it is, forever. Failure and death are personal humiliations a man must bear alone.
Anyway, Gonzo, you're a warrior poet--a dying, but fiercely proud breed, who deserves respect and admiration.
You have mine.