It took a burst of excitement to throw me on to my skateboard again, It gradually built up over time and I finally snapped and assembled my trucks to my board, I was a free spirit again while tapping into untouched memories of my youth, I ran and jumped on my board, Flew down the driveway while pushing hard up the hill, My brain said "go switch and keep pushing", Out sheer unconsciousness a switch heelflip of such beauty came into existence, As it touched my soul both my feet captured the spinning object, Still floating forever it seemed as I realized again that skateboarding's a dream, Feelings of indescribable proportion as I grew tired I watched the sunset split the sky, No remaining question of "who am I".
Here it comes for me. The car roaring from the depths of evil. Destined to take my vulnerable limbs. Destined to put me further in a life of misery and beauty. Can I still write? If not, I can continue to dream? If not, I can finally die. Must our dreams continue to paint such beauty so effortlessly? The car just passed me by.