Green wheels that chase the path of the street

The wind cold and rough against my face

The consistent rhythm of my peddling feet

My eyes trembling with this speedy pace



My body leans with that of the board

Pores open and mind carefree

The balance I’ve found, locked tight in my core

The utter essence of urban beauty



As I lean to turn right, I feel the trust

Wheels scraping against the bumpy road

I am one with the board, for with every thrust

Engulfs my mind into a content mode



My skateboard, my wheels, my feet, my control

Getting me closer to a place I call home