Gunning down the motor path
I came across another path
And being an adventurous young man
I wheeled across the dividing gap

The motor hummed, the tail pipe popped
The new path was filled with soil clods
The ground was raw and unkempt
And leaves of grass were lumped in knobs

I rode and fought the tepid ground
The motor whirled as it pushed the ground
I churned for balance with a steady frown
and fell down

down