Adrenaline
Kick
We embark today
And I say we, because Norah Jones has somehow bridged the airwaves and become a part of me
But, anyway, I am on my way
A few more kicks and I'll finally have made my way up to P3
Push
Don't focus on the pain of a cramping leg,
It's a slight price to pay
Instead, turn the music up and let the rareness of upbeat Norah fill you
Even push to its rythm
Skate
No it's not a skateboard, but it works the same way
Picks up speed faster, travels smoother,
And really just looks better
All of which comes into play in just a moment
Turn
Going this quickly, you should've started turning a couple yards back
You have to be going at least 20 miles per hour
Not to mention, continuously picking up speed
A really late turn is the absolute last thing you need
Crash
It could've been avoided by several measures
None of which you took,
So what can you really do except take this head on
And brace yourself
Jerk
Roll
Scrape
Bleed
Still
Just lay there and laugh, think about how stupid you just were and be grateful you barely paid the price
Now be silent, think about how you won't do this again, how life is like a fall, in which you never know where you are until you are perfectly
Still
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