First you must pick your molehill, now here's a tip
The smaller the better, tinier than the tiniest microchip
From this speck you can conjure mountainous masses
Of soaring peaks dropping into bottomless crevasses
Slippery slopes, treacherous overhangs, avalanches
Whipped up as quickly as fluffy blancmanges
Glaciers forwardly creeping destroying as they go
Even if they do it at a speed immeasurably slow
The mountain forged from the molehill, easily soldered
Can the molehill from the mountain so easily be moulded?
I don't think you can hack it down with an axe
The best way I can think of is to just relax
(Sydney, Australia - 2005)
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