i have a thing i dream about my every night and day.
it helps my soul to feel okay and whips my blues away.
for all my life i’ve loved the wheels and hated those who stroll
as through the wind, between the trees and over rocks i roll.

whenever i am bored, i only want to push the ground,
and jarring sound of grind is my only pleasant sound.
i doubt one ever can describe - no matter words they say -
the thing i feel when, rocked a spot, from tricks i roll away.

and though my body really hurts, i never mind the aches -
i know it’s worth it all the time no matter what it takes.
there are million of reasons, one i have to live:
when i’m riding them four wheels, zero fucks i give.

❤️