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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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