Hand skims the road

Hair flies out behind you

Crouching on your board

You see for miles

Simple mundane figures flash past

They all

Melt into one

They don’t matter anymore

You are unstoppable

Heart drums along

To the tune in your head

And to the constant hum

Of the wheels against pavement

Right yourself

Kick off the ground

Bank left

Soar right

Flying, you are

Flying through your own sky,

The misty worn streets

Longboard, the wings

Carving and skidding along

The gray rough sky

Simple mundane figures

Don’t matter anymore

You fly faster than them

You are unstoppable

Hand skims the ground once more

As you crouch on the board

Grinning

Because flying,

You are.