The wind whistles cold against my ears
The pavement cold and unforgiving
My board hits the ground
I’m off running to work
or to school
or wherever I want to go
I’m free from all the hassles that scatter my thoughts
My focus piercing the rim of my hat like a hawk preying on unsuspecting field mice
Olie on and olive off the curve
I smile with every crack
I hope they do break that bitches back
Four wheels screaming for freedom
My bearings hum with the excitement of exploring a new rail and a new wall
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Reaching the bowl I drop
Time freezes and I become an immortal
Reaching just as high in the air as I am
Dropping hard but not blunt
I only have room for one kind of blunt in my life
I can’t hear or see anything
Only glimpses of shadows or maybe ghosts standing on the edge
I gleam into my own future and see nothing except this present moment
My own vision quest
Leaping out and onto the top of the wall I see no one
~
The ghosts and shadows are in my head
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Heading home watching you stuck in your car
Honking horns and bumper to bumper traffic
I better keep an eye out at the coffee spot
That old lady almost hits me every single damn time she’s there
“Get a job!” she screams
and I just smile because I’m happy and free whiles she’s stuck in that box
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Passing by faded no skating signs
Knowing that when I’m here on my board I’m alive
Skating is a way of life
Like the samurai drawing his sword with precision and deadly accuracy
~
Yeah, I skate
but I’m not a criminal
Skating isn’t a crime
You’ve made it a crime because you don’t understand
Maybe because it scares you a little
Maybe because you stuff your face with your coffee and doughnuts
Maybe because you’re afraid to be alive
I am alive and I can fly
I’m my own brand of super hero
and this is our world now
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Yeah, I skate…
