Down hill wind
Blurs of green
I needed more speed
Not fast enough today
Push, push, push
Slow to a stop
I wanted panic,
But I felt comfortable
Even in loneliness
I was content
I need a great rush
A harder challenge
Two kids drove by
Screaming, I wanted a fight
The mind of ignorant individuals
A punch to their jaw would change nothing
A few more dead brain cells
Next battle
Next day
I need struggle for existence