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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. I am a mountain junkie, a rare breed I live for the blue jay days and the pow Hiking the ridge is worth it indeed The view alone is enough to say, “Wow.” Today, I could not be more alive I shout out, “Who needs sophistication?!” Snowboarding is all I need to survive The mountain is my world and my nation. I care not what has been or what may be I am liberated, wild, and free.
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