Now, with my pride at the crest of Cali’s highest,

I place a jewel upon a royal mountain’s crown.

I turn to see which jewel shines the brightest,

placed at every doorstep of a slumbering town.

 

I sighed from atop my royal chariot,

beheld the beauty of a royal dream come true.

For every mountain that encircled the Farragut,

was adorned with a King’s royal Crown Jewel.

 

As the dawning light soon awaked the town,

I head down the mountain’s crown, steady as I go.

I pumped my breaks as they went to the ground,

now suddenly bound for the rocky cliffs below!

 

Soon, my proverbial cart was before the horse

on a course headed toward my bitter end!

My chariot’s on fire, as it hits dips and soars!

“O’ Lord!” Cried I at the mountain’s bend!

 

I hit a fence in an attempt to slow to a stop,

and I winced as the fence was trodden asunder.

I glimpsed at the cliffs of an intense drop,

face in hands was my only means of safe cover.

 

And if I’m awake, how do I feel no pain?

Have I died, or perhaps dreamt of another day?

Has divine intervention prevented death’s reign,

whose chosen savior was a bail of golden hay?

 

I raise my hands to rejoice in my salvation,

and revelation of life’s lessons amid my mistakes.

For a journey’s not just a path unto a destination,

but a road’s rage to a chariot with shoddy brakes!