Tranquility - Reality

The mountains rise before my eyes
    Like a magnet they draw me near
To a quiet brook in a shady nook
    With a cabin and big eyed deer
To a house in the trees with the birds and the bees
    And a loving mate to cheer.

But as sure as the Sun over cold has won
    This vision sharp and clear
Will fade to the truth, that savage truth,
    Which I recognize and fear.

The meadows blend, the Aspens bend,
    The mountains disappear;
For forces fall, with sledge and maul,
    This vision now to queer.

The reality of life, you see,
    Allows no smile nor tear
To challenge life, through fear of strife,
    To change from year to year.

And when one tries to break the ties
    From family or peer,
He might as well resign to hell
    His soul and all else dear.