Well hello there! This was supposed to be about mountain climbing and it just kind of morphed. It’s got potential, but if you want to see what by brain “spews” out before the final draft here it is. Sometimes it all just ends up on the page pretty quickly, but today it just seemed like I was missing something.
:: busts out his spice rack ::
“In the depth of winter”, he said.
Ice all around
Crashing and steel
As it pounds through your drums
And as if by magic
You feel the first drip
You see the first ray
And ponder the past
You ponder what was
And of what could be
As her winds blow cold
In the depths of this snow
A drip
Drip
And another Drip
Gives way to Drips
As it melts all around
Slow as may be
The rivers they flow
As if almost too deep
Yet just wide enough
Have I found my “Invincible Summer”
Now tropical island
I’ll have a beer
The tallest peaks
Are always the ones
That take the time
To Build your soul