The Mountain

I chuckle at the bleeding stone
That holds the red that was once my own
Yes, curious I cut my bone on rock

How curious it is to me
For these rocks to think them better than me
As the liquid drains from my red sea I thought:

"Inferior though you make me feel
As I'm but organic material
My animation feels sensation you do not

Inferior though you make me sound
As like you I'm stuck to ground
But I've seen faces and have been to places you cannot

And though the Mountain stands the highest
Than any man ever would
Can Mountains climb other Mountains
Like I could?

Then sit there while you drink my blood
As I'll be on my way
To higher mountains and higher cliffs
While you can only stay.