The Tempest a.k.a. the calm before the storm

There’s no time like showtime

Go big or go home time

Run free like pens through poem lines

If freerunning’s a crime then free my mind

Treat time like there’s no time, left

But here and now

It’s go time

All fear and doubt

clearing out my dome I’m,

Close to the edge.

Don’t push me…

I push myself beyond limits

Can’t stop won’t stop

Until the song's finished.

There’s truth in freedom

I freerun through lie detection to

test me through concrete dreams

connected! Times three.

Love!      Run!      Free!

embrace landscapes with passionate speed

It all adds up when you replace fear with belief

A mathematical need

A world never seen

Turns from just things, to things that could be

Possibility presents itself a present of creed

There’s no lying to self when it’s you and the streets

Making moves to proceed

Taking over the planet with what we view and perceive.

The perfect balance

between precision and patience

Focus and fate, exposed

Open to a world that keeps it’s doors closed

Steady chasing the gateway to greatness

The free run faceless

Tracing the globe

We outrun the outlines of where we should go

And carry the load of preparing our souls

For re-creation of urban ancient traceurs

Our roads the result of opening eyes

Multiple paths, none criticized

We do what we want

Live free or die.

with disciplined action

Twisting in backspin

Creatively escape cities through vision and passion

Move in multiple manners misunderstood by the masses

Unmasked but stay hidden from what gravities grasping

End the day with an asprin

Begin again with more rational

Better stronger faster than the last myself

With an eye for ideas addicted to health

Going big and going home, can’t make decisions that well.

On a mission to prove impossibility wrong

Till those feeling are gone

I believe I can fly and it’s killing me soft

Fight for my dreams while reality tries to keep killing em off…