With my tires crunching below,
I find the ground passes so fast,
Appearing smooth under my board.
We carve through colored canopies,
Your frenetic music trailing behind,
Accenting our shared, focused energy.
Signals from mind flow to movement-
The world feels open, more possible,
You look back at me,
And we smile.
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