I walk the path you walk.
I see what you don't.
I feel what you can't.
I move the way you wish.
I vault over the rail.
You see thats my path not yours
I jump over the wall, go smoothly into a roll
coming up all ready preparing my body for the next
part as i jump . . . . . . . .
All you see is the mud beneath my feet
by the time you look up i'm all ready gone with the wind,
Settling down on the roof top,
looking around catching my breath,
before i take the trek back down to the ground
where i dropped my pound,
People will look around to see nothing,
hear nothing but only feel a slight
breeze as i dash past them,
using my speed and flow,
to blow and explode over the edge i go,
You see all i see is the next part of my path.