The sun,
It glares down on my skin.
Burning my already tan arm,
But I have no reason to be in alarm.

The heat,
Yes, it is unbearable,
But only when I'm sitting still.
Otherwise, I don't feel like I'm on a grill.

The wind,
Can be calming or bitter.
When wet it stings like a bee,
But when dry I feel so free.

The cold,
It should be gone by now.
It's almost time for summer.
It's reappearance would be such a bummer.

All of these can mean many things,
But only two make me feel free.
Both require great responsibility,
And my body needs to have mobility.

I enjoy these actions
Best when I'm alone.
No one to judge me,
Or correct mistakes they see.

I am free!
I am in control.
I hold all the power.
I have no reason to cower.

Yes, it can be frightening,
Everyone depending on me.
One wrong move and I'm done for,
I'd have to remember my mentors.

Ten and two.
Don't breath unless you're dying.
Never answer a call.
Always flip on your walls.

There is still freedom
Within all these rules and risks.
The silence of beneath,
A song between my teeth.

My love for both,
Will forever live on.
I am a Warrior,
And I drive a Rory.

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