swirling sound of well oiled wheels
rolling on newly scrub pavement
aboard free thinking head, plug ears
totally out of this planet, high on music
countless rumble; might get run over
or scream at for encroaching their space
who owns sidewalks barefoot or wheels
nobody seem to claim; everybody has plan
i love watching unchoreographed circus, true
some cut and bruises for falls or collisions
i wouldn't mind head-gears for pedestrian
make a wrong step you'll lose your balance
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