The wind is in my hair as I kick with my footThe rhythm of my wheels on the cracks of the sidewalkThu-thump, thu-thump, thu-thumpThe curb is coming to meet me at the end of the blockIt draws closer and closerIts short drop seeming like a cliffI lean back slightly, about to go offAnd then it happensThat sweet split-second in which I am flying, untouchedby worldly problemsJust flyingThen, as my wheels touch down, the entire worldcomes back in a single gust of windThu-thump, thu-thump, thu-thumpBack down to earth on my skateboard