Winter on Mount Baldy

It's winter on Mount Baldy

The monks are shoveling snow

It’s swinging free, the Gateless Gate

But no one seems to go

It's cold and dark and dangerous

And slippery as a lie

Nobody wants to be here

And me, I'd rather die

All the food is second-hand

And everyone complains

The priceless shit of yesteryear

Is frozen in the drains

It’s winter on Mount Baldy

The monks are shoveling snow

It's swinging free, the Gateless Gate

But no one seems to go

Forget about your purity

Your blemishes and stains

You want to climb Mount Baldy

You're going to need your chains

It's cold and dark and dangerous

And slippery as a lie

Nobody wants to be here

Some say they'd rather die

You had the Himalayas

And the great Tibetan plains

You want to take Mount Baldy

You're going to need your chains

August 21, 2015