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It was long before i was born,
or at least it feels that way,
when skiers danced in the snow.
Music would play
and they would tell beautiful stories through the skis on their feet.
Oh, how I’d love to be as free as a bird
flipping on poles in the air and twirling on snow,
but I guess it was not meant to be.
Maybe I’ll change the world, one step at a time.
Do great things, stand up for the oppressed, remember the forgotten.
Perhaps that was what I was born to do,
to alter the course of history, to revive art.
I believe in the power of the butterfly effect.
The wings of change cradled my body
and flew to where I reside now.
I know they will carry me further, but to where
I do not know.
Perhaps they will travel to the Poconos,
and we will all learn to dance on the slopes again.