Skateboarding,
That rush of wind going through your hair and rushing towards your face,
Plotting the flow of what trick you’ll do next,
What’s that I see?
A ledge,
Just open and free,
And once I’m done,
I can say “ well, that was great.”
Once I’m done I go home,
As I roam the house,
I try to think of something to do,
I look at my skateboard and think “well It’s not dark yet…”