The Feeling

The white of the snow and blue of the sky;
The sun never tires and never fails;
The heat is none existant up this high,
but the cold doesn't matter, we don't care.
The flow of the wind on our faces
makes up for ever negative person;
We can look and always be astounded,
Who cares about the men or annoying sons?
The pain doesn't matter, nothing matters,
I've got everything I need, everything;
I walk to the edge, where it might shatter,
I lean forward and start to hum and sing.
Singing makes me clam, why would I quit?
Again, it doesn't matter, I love it.