Out the front door

  I strode, shoulders back

    My grin exposing every tooth

        A quick glance to my feet

            The light blue sneakers glittering before me

                They seem to hold me up

                    I imagine them as wheels

                        In place of my feet

                            As I fly down the road

                                The air whipping my hair out of my closed eyes

                                    I can no longer feel my feet

                                        I'm slicing through thin air

                                            I open my eyes and take off

                                                Down the street

                                                    Just like I imagined


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