more

when I see you run headfirst

into the wind

arms behind you like a cape

beaming from ear to ear

paying no mind

to where your feet go

I witness purest glee

a happy learner

willing to fall

for the thrill

whether its recorded or not

measured not by likes

but by heart rate spikes

when you trip over

we have a little cry

for you to turn around

and charge again

no one’s keeping score