Here I rest on this glorious glistening hill
All alone, I was thrown, and now I lay still
I possess the will, and have honed the skill
I gaze upon the city and all my voids to fill
I ponder motives behind my next pill spill
Life pauses in limbo awaiting my next thrill
I question my goal, as it"s always the same, to win
I race down the hill only to climb right back up again
The blistering snow melts in on my bare frigid white skin
I strive with the ride to rid sin and achieve peace and zen
I feel so much more after I've managed a way to lose
A constant reminder from my soul"s deep dark bruise
I"m a Snowball slowly sliding atop a slender slippery slope
Rejuvenated riding life to the next blinding glimmer of hope
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 3:58 AM UTC
Here I rest on this glorious glistening hill
All alone, I was thrown, and now I lay still
I possess the will, and have honed the skill
I gaze upon the city and all my voids to fill
I ponder motives behind my next pill spill
Life pauses in limbo awaiting my next thrill
I question my goal, as it"s always the same, to win
I race down the hill only to climb right back up again
The blistering snow melts in on my bare frigid white skin
I strive with the ride to rid sin and achieve peace and zen
I feel so much more after I've managed a way to lose
A constant reminder from my soul"s deep dark bruise
I"m a Snowball slowly sliding atop a slender slippery slope
Rejuvenated riding life to the next blinding glimmer of hope
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