7. On a pinnacle

On a pinnacle the view down
Is somewhat distorted
The troubles and anxieties
Go unreported

Looking down upon creation
But it all goes wrong
The easy felt elation
Is off key, off colour, off song

A vessel in name only
No respect
Emptiness and lonely sounding
No respect

Closeted with friendly faces
Keeping out the hoi polloi
Kicking over any traces
We’re without fear, without faith, without joy

At the top we find there’s thin air
That only we can breathe
Looking down at all you down there
You’re underpaid, underfed, underneath