The Brass Ring

Steadfast pioneer, where now do you journey? On this wandering path worn by souls and by scars; You’ve given it all for the splendor of glory Promised to those who aim for the stars. Seeking the trophy, the idolized prize All else cast away in a reckless abandon Beholding the summit, you raise jaded eyes As menacing mountain comes taunting you on. A pinnacle above all, fierce with sun’s fiery red Will I ever reach that evasive peak’s top? A moment of doubt, but fear has no hold You are the best and the brightest, you would not dare to stop. Faithful adventurer, now all earth can be won. At last, says the world, you have truly succeeded Wealth beyond compare for the task that you’ve done But is it as sweet as you had hoped it tasted? Unwavering pioneer, was the prize worth the journey? On that wandering path worn by souls and by scars; Finally, you may bask in the frivolous sun’s glory But the morning made your winnings fade like the stars.