Surreal was not the outcome that I sought
As fast as I had gone down hills before
That place on Oran Delphi road, I bought
my Gatorade or flew right past the store
Nobody ever turned in front of me
on Truxton Loop, the Cuylers stayed so tame
But when I rode the dubya and oh dee
I found a hill and then disaster came
I rode into an intersection, fast
A driver turned her car and hit my ride
To lay beside the road I wouldn’t last
They helicoptered me and then I died
They brought me back to life with magic art
They made me whole when I was torn apart.