Life is like a ski lift,
Complete trust thrust upon the pull.
As you near the top,
Without risk, you prepare to stop.
Pressure adhered on the right,
Bringing lift to another.
As the shoe sifts thought the snow,
Getting ready for the huge blow.
Once you finally reach the peak,
No other option awaits.
Hoist yourself front the top.
Practically a free drop.
Wind picks up speed,
Blinding ear to eye.
Don't forget, bend your knees
No time to pay the fees.
Crunch, crumbles the snow.
Whoosh, whistles the wind.
The bank comes closer and closer,
Quick, weave around the tree.
Plow the snow now, real fast.
I really don't think you wish to crash!
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