A Mountain To Climb

The Sun is almost gone
I'm sitting on my porch
Sipping on a glass of peaches
Drowning in red wine
I can hear clearly the next door
neighbor's wife complain
While her two children cry
And her husband's whine
They make me wish I was
laying on a blanket
by the pond made of glass
With my friends smoking
Their home grown grass
They make me wish
It was the night before
When I was with someone so divine
Someone so damn fine
That I begged for more
I take another sip
wondering why
something so good
is so hard to find
Why is it that I always have
a mountain too tall to climb?
Why am I so dumb
And them so fucking blind?
The birds are singing
What it seems to be
a sweet lullaby
I smile, asking them why?
Why? Why?