Potential awaiting kinetic 

Stillness awaiting force

The soul waits upon that which will push it

That it may descend down the mountain of decision 

And pursue it's desire

The soul is not always aware 

That luck isn't always fair to guide away from destruction

The passion it chooses will guide it 

Until it loses itself for the sake of something greater

For whether it is now or later

The soul will chase it's desire

It will grasp that which it longs for 

And there are two sides of the mountain

One with good fortune

And one leading to derision 

Influencing the longing and the final decision of direction each way neglecting protection of the absence of the another 

This is life. 

Man sits upon that hilltop as he is born

Evil and good on his right and his left

If worldly joy he chases there is one result he faces and that is the fire that consumes, but he will always be able to round the mountain before he meets death's gloom in the tomb

On the contrary those who choose life, or are chosen by life cannot be lost 

Though they may swerve from the direct route 

There is no way about the mountain of life to condemn them 

For their is no access to the other side

But some are slower than others

True passion is driven so sweetly 

It sees it's goal and runs to greet thee

So whether death or life the soul is curious to that which will truly satisfy

And that drives it down the mountain 

That is the longing to which a soul will drink in one side of life's fountain

So if the soul longs for one, the passion that will breath in its lungs will not be stopped as it descends mountain and all dirt, rocks,