Right to the Top On a pedestal high above my head I reach and reach but can not quite grab I have been told that it can not be had But still I reach for what I must have On a pedestal from which I stand Two Ominous forces perch at my side One controls the left, one controls the right I would live without both if I could On that pedestal so way up high It glows and shimmers; it’s calling my name “Come get me, take me for what I’m worth” Left and right will have their say, “On a pedestal high above your head,” Left spoke to tease my inner greed, “It’s yours for the taking and will be easy, If you choose to follow me.” “On a pedestal high above your head, That’s your goal and do not forget it,” Right was so very, very right “Don’t follow the left, you can’t afford his price,” I consider all that has been said So I took a step towards the stairwell The stairs that sat conveniently to my right That leads to the pedestal above my head. Brad Stohr