The Mountain
I'm standing on
the edge of a cliff
you called it a mountain
I call it a way to live
I'll be riding down
Those epic slopes
watch me shred it
you can barely cope
and I'm seeing through
this birds eye view
like a hawk
I swooped down
and grabbed a hold of you
I'll be flying down
these mystic hills
but won't be long
before I take a spill
The mountain called to me
in my mind and in my dreams
I just got to go
that ancient stone of life
it will cure all your strife
don't ya know?
Copyright © Simon Kirwin | Year Posted 2015
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