Read me like a book,
Let my features be the words.
Read me like a book,
Let your thoughts be heard.
Read me like a book,
Let your eyes be the light.
Read me like a book,
Let me guide you through the night.

You worry about what you’re going to be
Or what you’re going to see.
You worry about your life
Whether or not you’ll get in strife.
You worry about the good times
And especially about the bad.
You worry about success
And all this makes you sad.
For you shouldn’t have to worry
A good person is what you are
You have a natural flair
You make people care.
What you always must remember
Is that we are all unique in our own special way.
And worrying your life away
Will never really pay.

The uncharted territories of the mind.
Come alive within a dream.
It is here that we seek to find
And discover things when things are not as they seem.
For it is within our subconscious
The thoughts that lay within
Where we find out who we are.
Or allow the creature to commit its sin.
Our minds can explore!!!

A Bright light seemed to swallow me,
Into a world unknown.
A world full of mystery,
Where I was not alone.

My body drifted high above,
The place that I once knew.
Where my dreams became reality,
And the friends I had were true.

At first I was scared,
Of what I may encounter.
The voice inside my head blared,
“Don’t be such a doubter”.

I was lifted high above,
By an angel on each arm.
My body drifted peacefully,
They didn’t cause me any harm.

That was when I knew,
That the place that I was in,
Was a place that I had heard about,
A place called Heaven.

My life I knew was over,
And a new start I must make.
For I had found a world,
Where happiness was not fake.

For months we had waited,
Until the first sign of snow.
The excitement it was high,
While the temperature was low.

It came the day to leave,
And we piled on the bus.
After only a few hours,
There was the first sign of fuss.

For although the seats were comfy,
They were only made for two.
Too sit upright and talk,
Which meant no sleep for me and you.

It took over forty hours,
To finally reach the peak.
But boy when we got there,
Our skiing it was sleek.

We flew through the air,
And glided along the sleet.
The snow it was soft,
And sunk under our feet.

The best day of all,
Was when we walked out of the door.
And there right in front of us,
Was a glistening snowfall.

Frosty came to life,
And the snowballs they were hard.
But it was flying over jumps,
When the real show-offs stared.

Although the highlight of the trip,
Were the friendships that were made.
We had a lot of fun,
Whilst in the snow we played.

It will always be remembered,
By those who came along.
As an everlasting memory,
Of friendships, thrills, spills and song.

N.B – Written after my high school ski trip.