I'm just standing down here at the bottom of the mountain, certainly not going to climb it.

I'll wave to those who stop, calling them down to join me, to stop their pointless climb.

I shake my head at those who push on, they're aren't getting anywhere. They hold the burden of something that isn't real, they think it is though.

I'll stay here, comfortably sitting and maybe walk away from the mountain, away from the ones determined to see what they think is right. They never will, and it's sad.

So very sad that in all their work, once they reach the top, once they're gone, they'll realize that there is nothing to believe in, that at the very end, there's no going back and living their lives. They'll look down to the ground and see me, smiling sadly, shaking my head, turning my back, leaving them there.

"I told you so." I'd say, "I told you so"