I stamp hard on the cold ground
Flying faster than a bird 
Excited and happy, I glide with no fear
I live to move
Whether it's to the quiet park
To the blaring movies
Or the slick basketball court
No matter if it's fast or slow
To the moon and back I will go

But soon
I become exhausted
Like a dog in the hot summer's heat
I burn, bust, and break
Then I sleep, and dream of tomorrow

When a day comes that I do not wake up
I know my job is done
And that I have satisfied everyone