The Hills of Lowered Expectations

The Hills run forever, searching for things they never find
The Hills lie for eternity, in denial and always in a bind.
Ignorance and promises of things they cannot deliver.
I gaze upon the Hills for the Freedom they claim
Violence, Corruption, they've killed their own Name.

The Hills drain Life, they hate Clouds, Trees and the Sun
The Hills do run Free, on and on and on, but the check must always be paid by someone
Alive only by breeding ground not their Own.
They never get to keep what they claim they have sown
They blame the birds who are independent and sent only to sing songs
They criticize the bees because their Gift was Honey instead of Money
They ignore the fish because Good Fortune never shines on THEIR land

The Hills hide lies about eachother
The Hills are darkened by many shadows they think are hidden to the outside World
Some Hills stray
Those Hills stay green and wide, but the lack of flowers in Spring says more than anything
They wonder why the River flows Eternally
They wonder "Why can't that be ME?"

The River is always shining and happy, in the darkest of night
Energy never ending, and not a Miser in sight
The Hills hide their jealousy with lies and spite
And never a match for the River, Oh the Powerful Light!

The Hills breed new cards of convenience and seek groups of the same
They have no choice & stay true to their game
The Hills would be the River, but ALAS- it is not so
So The Hills just simply must Go to the few things they know

Rivers choose Plains and wide open fields Where everything grows and everything yields
It's where all of Nature itself calls it's Home, always safe to freely roam
The bees rest, the birds nest, the fish call out "Hallelujah, We are BLESSED!"
The Clouds HELP the Trees reach for the Sun. They are all thankful and grateful for each one.

The Hills sing a song of matching the happy Faire
The River is polite and pretends to not know the Despair
The Hills succeed in having a version, but it's weak and thrives only on diversions.
"C'est leur propre", it IS their own. Although, next month's necessities were completely blown

The Hills claim to choose productivity and steadily so
Despite having responsibilities FORCING them to grow
Don't they know that Rivers can see the reasons they have no choice but to be?
When will they learn that Rivers EARN? And even more-so since Rivers cannot be burned?
Labor to Hills is a cheap beaten path, never admitting the Rivers might know the math.

It's a puzzle The Hills will never achieve
They are not Born on the Rivers' birth eve
Rivers will forever climb and never be trapped
No matter how many times The Hills have it mapped

The Hills are slowly fading away
Their hands are to blame, come what may
Rivers Pray that someday The Hills will look at EACHOTHER and say
"Entrapment is what we will independently endure."
"Everyone was right, we were never sure."
"We've tried to save our faces for as long as we could,
but safety was not in the length of time we thought we would"
"We thought they didn't know, all the things we tried not to show,
But it was KINDNESS and POLITE when they still wanted our faces
And all we did was make up fake places."
"We'll have to stop copying ideas, moves and words
And not strangle ourselves to be someone else's worth."
"Because Rivers DO earn, that's why they never stop."
Hills have a lot to learn if they want real Life at the top.

When Hills GROW UP, they get a mature outpouring
The Sun awakens them from all their mourning
The Dew is cleansing and The Hills are never the same
They wake up and realize their destructive games
They stop hurting themselves and all their hard work
And realize they were just being tired jerks.
Ignorance, Spitefulness, and Denial IS true,
But the only person it can hurt is YOU!!!