I’m way up ahead, on Debauchery Lane
With snow lined surroundings that make me insane
Crush the fine powder under my feet
as I march ever higher, I can’t be beat
I come to a peak on the rich rolling hills
Dance in the grass, then move on to pills
I’m reaching the crest
I cannot go any higher
I feel sublime triumph
Like I’m about to retire, or catch fire
Then, for no reason I start sliding down
The avalanche knocks me around and around
I land at the bottom with the force of a truck
I cringe at the thought that I’m forever stuck
