Tooth Extraction And Sore Gums

The sound of wheels against asphalt,
the rumor of their business if I go,
the phone crunch under my weight,
the feeling of the wind against my body
feel the tarmac under my feet, the breeze on my skin, someone
turn my way, I wonder why,
not like what I do or would like to do it too.

spend their energies, as I spend mine,
trying to overcome, as I attempt every day.
As the beads of sweat mean my effort,
it pushes me to my desire to excel
that when it gets satisfaction.
but one thing I fear, be able to change my life,
something that hides behind every fall.
not the fear of pain, or laughter
but to stop feeling the breeze on my skin,
falling and not being able to raise, not by choice, but by chance
, a fatal circumstance, I forced
to leave the wheels, to walk
because skating is my passion, my cry of freedom,
is my humble way to fly.

Based on I LOVE BY ROLL
CHISPISK