bring the mountain to me

Bring the mountain to me
I hear her crying
And everything is laughing at me
My high place is constantly changing
And sounds strained effortlessly
Various things came to me then
Like an urge to ask my uncle who talks like a cop
If everything is dirt, how much could it really be worth?
He said the mountain offers me
A television and comforting things
The peace she brings, never over done it seems
Everything is dirt to me and its becoming coffee
In the home lay a silent dream
Dream into dream
The message some, the time will become
A platform, a divot, a hole in the ground covered up into the sound
Of the mountain offering clarity and comforting things
The dream she brings
She can cry to the river but no one seems to see