The Mountain

Mountains move along the sand,
Following my footprints
Across the sea and over land
My voice is heard, dropping hints.
The mountain changes ways
as readily as I.
The mountain never pays
And the mountain won’t die.
I flee the moving hills
The moving hills follow.
I make mark of my kills
But to the mount, they’re hollow.
Keys fail to turn, to open doors,
Keys fail to start the car.
The mountain follows me afar.
The days fall off the year
And the days I am still countin
And every day I fear,
Behind me is the mountain.....