Rolling down the street
Wind on my face
Hearing all around me the city beat

I feel free
I feel happy
So full of glee

Even at home
I'm still skating
My mind still roams

A pencil, an eraser, paper
Inspiration fills me
Going on an artistic caper

Ideas hit like a train
Paper too small to hold everything
This small sheet is such a bane

My art covers the walls
Art from streets
Soon again, the skateboard calls

I skate for fun
I skate for art
My mission is never done