Simple pleasures of life;
Sitting on the board,
I zoomed down the slope like a bullet train,
I cheered I shouted I roared,
A kid i was, all over again.
I stepped into the room,
A sea of unfamiliar faces engulfed me,
I picked up my sticks and spoke volume,
A joyful sessioning to the beats topped with Bailey's.
Let my absence be the best gift.
"Aren't we all to you just near lost causes?"