He Traces the outline of the board with his feet / Heart Racing Faster with each second / He tightens and opens his hands Over and Over again / Palms Sweaty / His nerves are steady / His mind Relaxed …
He can feel the concrete and rocks, / From under his tattered shoes / Through the brand new blank, / But most have no clue. Of how it feels / To ride away / From everything, / On just a set of whee…