salad days

hit a wall some time ago,
sunny days find me driving past the park,
too busy too preoccupied by my life,
the what-ifs piling up in the closet,
alone so alone even when i go,
baggy shorts and punk rock t-shirt,
feel so out of place so out of my element,
left my style left my muse,
going through the motions all the same,
fish board stuck to my soles,
the halcyon days keep calling to me,
days when everything fell away,
no rider no board just skating,
caressing the magic walls with my SPF's,
board no longer seperate but an extension,
no mind first mind original mind,
unfettered by fear or loss or time,
dropping lower bending those knees,
flying higher almost set free,
aching joints burning lungs,
whipping into the corners,
clearing out the mental cobwebs,
nothing but being and doing,
having nothing but the thrill of speed,
higher and higher reach out and grab maple,
concave surface holding me on,
hubbas and pyramids flying underfoot,
propelled toward some unknown future,
semi-controlled riding the flow,
catching a glimpse of the eternal,
padded and protected and pushing my limits,
only competing with this very same self,
encased in this blood and flesh container,
miigwetch/thank you for this day,
sun shining in blue skies,
clouded echoes of mythical past,
white and black wheels fly over concrete,
nothing left to prove i'm finally complete...