The scooter

Return to glee
To small wheels sliding over smooth concrete
There's a degree of gladness
a percentage of feeling free

The errands, status, job title
Get out into the fresh air
away from these calculated recitals
Be on your own self fair

Kick along pushing yourself forward
another few meters closer to yourself
don't doubt there lies satisfaction rewards
A lick of the beaten track is a sour welt

Go beyond them, scooter moving like talent
further than their finish line
Get on those small wheels and roll valiantly
Or stay in the captivity of the grind