While moving how ever many miles per hour on my bike first thing this morning,
I decided to fly, and realized the fall might hurt. Hit the dirt.
Tucked and rolled, and bounced back up on my feet.
Road rash and adrenaline-fun experienced in the middle of the street.
It wasn’t the first time and,

I want to do it again.
Because it’s when the pain begins that I really know I’m alive.
I gain a sense of confidence every time I am pushed to survive.
While diving so gracefully through the air,
I arrive to this conclusion.

No perception is the same but,
What I am able to see is no illusion.
I am under no spell.
Life is hell… but I know a little secret… well,
I know it works for me,

Every time the rock paper scissors begins,    rock wins.


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I like the beginning about the duck in your other post.And the rock,paper,rock thing was a nice touch for what you were getting at. So nice ending on this one too.  

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