snowboarding
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Cold, bitter cold.
It slices beneath the coat,
Freezing,
Biting,
Stinging.
Pain, dull pain.
The ground slashes hard,
Aching,
Jarring,
Straining.
Though I woke before the sun had risen
I was already late, forced to hurry
I would soon break free from the prison
Of the civilized world and its worries.
The months stretch on, I
Have no choice
Enter the snowboarding movie
In my mind’s eye I keep them,
Never far away
Wonderful and simple
Alone in the trees
Riding on the Dark Side of the Moon
Thinking
All I do is leave the world with my imagination sinking
Spring, Summer, Fall I must endure
Even though no snow is for sure
