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BMX is life, it is everything
flying off a ramp
flying through the air
like a bald eagle
having no boundries
some fear flying like a lethal obsession
yet most stimulate their will to succeed.
few fly with the fallacy of future fame
few possess the future of fame and fortune
while shutting out phobias of great failure
phobias that power adrenaline rushes
The rushes that make your heart beat
like the beating of a thousand drums
The rushes that make your hands sweat
like ice melting in the summer's sun
The rushes that makes your guts gurgle
like an earthquakes tremondous rumble
And then you go
you pedal profusely to gain speed
you hit the ramp....
perfect....
so very smooth....
flying, thinking
wow....
freedom....
time is going slow
A second is like a minute in your head
And then you snap back into reality
your coming down!
Thinking
am i going to succeed?
happiness?
going to crash?
saddness?
Your five feet from the landing
four feet
three feet
two feet
Freaking out
one foot left
half a foot
inches from contact
And then
you hit the ground
rolling away
away from fear
You prevailed
you overcame your fear
you succeeded
Thinking
that wasn't that hard....
kinda scary,
but fun
Then you go for it again
with confidence
by: Shawn Bennett
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