The wounds, bulges, and fractured bones
The dark blood that pours from open wounds
The stitches needed to mend the cuts
All can be sometimes too much.
The death-daring leaps of faith
The frightening heights at which I face
I still decide to risk my only life
Because I believe in myself.
When I skate on my skateboard
I feel the wind blows on my face
My body glides along in freedom
But I try to keep myself in pace.
I catch the air and do a trick
The board goes round and meets my feet
I get anxious as I begin to kick
O glad it’s ended safe and neat.
Always rolling under the sunlight
Or in the darkness of the night
Because it’s my way of life
To have the thrill without a pill.
My skateboard becomes part of me
I cannot be whole without it
What if it breaks and leaves me?
You know what?!.. I will just sit....!
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