Bike Ride Down Roosevelt
By Shashama
At the top of the hill Take a deep breath And start to peddle again Take the sidewalk? No way, not me I take the shoulder The nonexistant shoulder The cars wiz by So close I can touch them And I know I just know, that if I fall I am dead But I laugh at Death And I taunt him As my tires shake under me Wave to the cars now dear Because one false move One misplaced rock And you are dead child But all the same I love the wind on my face And I love to taunt Death So I ride down this steep hill Never looking back Yet never really looking forward And I laugh as the cars beep And as my tires vibrate Because even though I very well may die I don't care Because the wind is satisfaction I love that wind And I laugh as my tires even out For once again I have cheated Death Out of the prize he so wishes to take And tomorow I will do it again On my bike ride Down Roosevelt RoadI do this... Written February 11th, 2002 © on Feb 11 2002 12:10 PM PST, Shayla Carter 18 • 0 • 10
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