Why can't I just strap my feet down,
And take off down the slopes of my brain,
Enjoy every last moment,
Going a little too fast,
Careful to stay on track,
Line it up right,
And let the board hopefully,
Land just right,
Don't wanna tumble down the slopes,
Please, I can not stop now,
I'm strapped in tight,
And my heart the pounds,
In ever-increasing beats,
As the snow slides out from under the board,
How did I ever find it so simple,
To trust something only I control.
Why do I wanna push how far I can take it until I fall into the bitter snow.
You must understand that I find that it just maybe adrenaline,
That makes my heart speed,
As I keep going in my advance down the slopes,
I keep moving on past all the things in my way,
And yet even though I'm making progress,
I still feel as though I will fail,
Time and time again,
And I wanna take the board off and walk home,
But if I do that I risk getting more than just my heart cold,
Can't you see on this board,
I don't mind if I leave you behind,
Because I'm the one at the wheel,
Not a thing that you can do to stop me,
Yeah I know going this fast,
It's gonna hurt if I decide the hit the snow,
And your worried,
I might break my neck,
But you should have done that a long time ago,
I ain't waiting on you,
Not sure I can traveling down these addictive slopes,
But I do wish you would keep up.
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
