Sitting at the mountain top
Do you ever plan the descend?
A journey that might be worth a ponder
Often vapid when there's a peak to defend
But perhaps for a little while
Humor me, your old wise friend
Do your sorrows & sighs still surprise you?
Same old patterns that just pretend
A mutiny within you, as are left to flail
Submerging your skyscrapers like an old trend  
And then you cry your every brick down
For there's nothing left for you to fend
Maybe, just maybe you should this time    
Look at me longer while you have time to spend
The fresh powder will give new dots to connect
Put on that snowboard, with me you can blend
Sliding down a slippery ***** might scare you
But a new story is waiting to be penned
At base when you do reach, look back and say hello
Take my echos as a sign, a sign to make amends