skater kids doing flip tricks motion of a jelly fish they glide they move faster then space and time in thier minds there rulers of this city and how they make it look so pretty they tremble with excitment carvin there names into history twish twish the sound of there shoe laces rubbin the pavement they roll front and center spray paint cans in hand tag there names across the land bandanas cover there faces they leap the staircases they are merely a imagination swoop in grab a few cases drink while they ride taking pictures of the night sky with no camera but plenty of eyes oh how they move the wind carries them in a silent groove how do we understand this nature of kids kicking and pushing into a future full of trial and error they have there own flavor a taste of danger aromas of marijuana lingure in the crisp air the wind flows through thier hair they have not one care they have there own melody metal clinking wheels scrapping car horns screaming as they come flying into traffic because that gap could've been tragic when they land it they know that it was some kid of magic they kick on pushing wheels creaking like floor boards in the attic tired they ride till the sun brings its shine when all there wonders can be seen by any traveling eye