Mountain Biking at Razorback Mud heaves itself toward my face, Slaps my eyes and corrupts my vision Like the perfect raindrops you might embrace This is my road to discovering unknown And this is my time to go and unfold The unfamiliar paths I know will be mine And I can laugh and inquire, at your lack of inspire And I can ask 'have you ever?' Even begun to endeavor, An intrepid feat like I have the better Accomplishment somewhere, but not seeming to be Because the forceful stimulation has won me over Concentrated, addicting, nothing else is missing From this faultless trail, that might as well be mine I try to maintain direction, when I have spent all attention On not what's ahead but what lies all around me Feeling like an inapt part of nature surrounding Encompassing trees that seem especially near Not the first, not the last All that was, quickly blurs past Not concerning to me much longer I will sense what I believe I can feel the immense sensation Of the crushing rocks beneath my weathered tires And then taste the airborne presence Before I recover, floating down with ease These intricately woven paths Would otherwise only appear in my dreams And I have claimed them all To conquer once and again There's no use trying, There's no way to tell, What lies around the next turn So I guess I might as well Just live in my faith and pedal harder Now I start to climb up The sand-sheltered mountain The struggle, the tension, I try not to mention the fact that I Need a lungful of air And I grin down toward the rocky terrain I know that it's all mine for the taking The rush of the wind tears at my face The whistle of speed itself, Is an annoying trickle in my ear The leaves around me are a nightmarish blur But then all is clear, and all that's to hear Is the sweet humming of the graceful chain And the familiar whine of the elderly brakes It all doesn't matter, to live or to die Because this path it is conquered, This path it is mine