Gleaming the Cube
He expertly ollies to the
kick-flip with his brand new
Element rip stick,
elemental tricks are essential
so he has to ride it smoothly
grinding the rail with expertise
kicking faster and faster
riding along at quickspeed
wind zephyrs through his hair
body gliding through the air
free sliding, slip sliding
keeping up the pace
eyes hearing, all knowing
a wonderous race
against yourself
no one else
leaning into the right
making the curve
counter balance
mind reeling fun
looking for a chance
to do the ultimate trick
c mon skip up and slide the rails
jump the five easy steps
lean again to a radical turn
no turning back
no turning back
catching air, do a kick-flip
board goes round, meets his feet
take it nice and easy now
hitting the ramp, up up and over
push push adrenaline rush
eyes glazed heart beat wild
becoming one with the board
mastering his every move.
I am the Bird man
No Tony hawk
the master of pavement
one with the movement
one with the wind
one with himself
gleaming the cube
polish it feel it
absorb it reeling in your mind
with euphoric overload
and suddenly he skids, falls
rolling and tumble rough
over and over
reap the pain
with nothing to gain
losing all control
flying like a rag doll
a complete skin shredding disaster.
he is no longer the master
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