i walk on the red carpet of the universe, to converse between time and space. i’m looking for a place to be free, a place i can see that seperates you from me.i overcome my fears facing them head on.against every challenge i try to stay strong, sprinting i leap, hit the wall as i flow then vault forwards towards the ground below, leaping from rail to rail, the presence irrelevant so my eyes focus on the future and determine the environment. i hit the path with graceful pace, beast the rail,sweat dripping from my face.i hit the bollard and fly through the air,an explosion from movement,wind streaming through my hair. my surroundings are a blur, so my senses must sharpen, i tunnel my vision,everything else in my path begins to darken. as i hit the landing, my feet must compensate,weight distributions instinctive,there’s no need to hesitate. my breathes are deep, and my heart pumps fast,flushing my body with blood and oxygen to last, my muscles contract as they take the strain,bounding over walls, this is how i train. to become agile, flexible, fast and strong,worthy of the family for which i belong.while the average guy lives an elaborate lie,the fear in my eyes never fortify,the adrenaline in my bloodstream is evident, and all my other feelings are rendered irrelevant.as i make my next movement of which i’ve planned in advance, i mime the position leaving nothing to chance. tepid and unwavering my balance commands me, a hero of stature i’m expressing to be.something and someone much more of the norm,i’m a cannon exploding the eye of the storm.stained walls appear here where others marks have been made,a map of movement like an atlas has now been outlaid,i can use these footprints to inspire me to improve,to spur me on, on my quest to move. it’s a sign that i too belong to this place,after all i’ve left marks you can still see my trace.my face contorts as i brace to leap,energy flows through my body from head to my feet,i drive my body of the wall and float for that moment,time seems to stall.coming back to my senses, my feet meet the ground,i tuck to a roll barely making a sound,i round a corner coming out in a stride, forcing myself on, leaping with pride…
I wanna stop just for a second, say it straight from the heart,
Life is a lesson, from the day you are born to the day we depart.
Family is the most important thing, so hold them near,
Life is too short to live it in fear.
Be positive, helpful, kind and curtious,
Stress is of the devil, stay calm, never furious.
Such things arent important, they cannot impress,
How many people you bless, is how you truly measure success.
my skin may tare and the flesh may be seen,nut the adrenaline pumps strong and my muscles stay keen,fibres explode with every contraction,this is my life, the fatal attraction.no questioning the universe,this is just part of my plot,and as George Bernard Shaw said:you see things and say why?but dreams things that never were and say why not?afterall,pain is temporary ,quitting is forever.Lance Armstrong told me this, as far as i’m concerned NEVER SAY NEVER. my training is my life,it is my catalyst,it’s why i work hard and tend to persist. i hit the wall where graffiti enthrals the once bare,like it, i hit with intense art flair,the art of movement as prominent as the wall,started out the same as nothing at all,it’s strange how such beauty could not be once be there,i feel blessed in myself that i have something too share,i carnve my own path like huskies in the snow leading a track for others to follow,although the path i lead may not just be mine i enocurage others to find there own in due time…
-3run
