Old Bear

Tall is the mountain
I refuse to climb

I don't need to shine
On top of it

Strong is the mountain
So is the wind
Caressing its flanks
Endlessly

I'm an old bear
A tired flare
Hollowed and blind

Facing Oblivion
I'm craving for light
Not that kind of lie
Mirror for larks
Stand and keep walking
A tortuous path
The choice of a man
Maudlin

No grief, nor lust

I'm an old bear
A drunk fleabag
Undone but kind