Cold Mountain - Mount Eerie

Open handed I tried to live among all people, ideas aloft

Open handed I read the books, I learned the histories, I sang the songs

Until mountains bellowed that my friends are flawed

And not to forget sorrow and all the other Gods

And that my mouth was dirty and that my ears were clogged

And of course that I’m flawed also…

And then it stopped

Open handedness had me in it’s grasp

I was running around frantically

Anxiously trying to show off my open hands

«Hope, Unhand me!»

I finally yelped:

«Let me dwell on bad news

Let me wallow in it»

So came long nights and hunkering down

And there stood Cold Mountain with its trickling sound

When I reached the summit, I made no camp

But I unrolled my sleeping bag in the stream

And let the cold water pour in my ears