Down the canyon,
Gathering speed.
Whipping past bikers.
I'm now in the lead.
Weaving back and forth
My spirit feels freed.
With the wind in my face,
I have the need,
To close my eyes
And take it all in.
Feeling this free
Should almost be a sin.
I can see the end,
I'm going to win.
I push myself
Again and again.
Fast and faster,
Victory is mine.
My heart races harder
As I near the sign.
My feet leave my board
As I come to the line.
It stops as I go
And I miss my chance to shine.
With too much momentum,
My feet hit the solid ground.
I stumble and I trip,
Around and around.
Down the mountain I fall
Unable to make a sound.
Fear strikes my heart
As I spot the thistle mound.
Miraculously, I stop in mid roll.
In relief, in pain, I let out a moan.
I missed all the thorns,
Yet hit all the stone.
My face and my head are okay,
But I know I broke a bone.
I bring myself to my feet,
But collapse in scrutinizing pain.
I lay myself down
And wait for the rain.
To go longboarding again
Would be utterly insane.
But, then again, I never
Said I was totally sane.
