Goat

Uh, the goat in him is hard to kill And is has yet to eat his fill Its lengthy struggle Has dragged him to the top of the pile But the summit is sunless In dark he ponders its success Holds what he's created In the hoofs he calls his hands But he's in love With the dead grass underneath his hooves Cause it's better than nothing He's in love Dinner bell Chlorophyl Ringing in his stomach He's in love The weak part is getting stronger His shadow getting longer The light is fading fast Like winter setting in With the viewpoint he commands From the height at which he stands He can retrace every step to the top But he'd rather poke out his eyes instead Up there there is no cover between the sky and him Can't help thinking it's over cause The only way left to go is back