Pounding of my footsteps,
Racing of my heart,
Whoosh of air inside my lungs,
Never stop, only start.
Passing of the colors,
Scenery flying by,
Look there it is,
Gone, in the blink of an eye.
Feel of flying up and away,
Never seeing the next day.
Lift of air upon my skin,
It's a gift that cannot stay.
The rush.
The throb.
The way my heart beat quickens,
Lifting me high.
The way my body refuses to stay.
And I, don't even have the time,
To turn and say goodbye.
