Vhien: Le ParkourMotion’s art and purest skill, Going quick and time feels still Jumping, leaping, landing fast Fate your fuel and will your mastVhien: Le Parkour
Why stop and rest and waste my time? Time is precious; waste, a crime Fluid motion needs the mind Risking death, escape Earth’s bind!
Gravity, that Fiend most cruel! It pulls, it drags, it wishes duel! My foot won’t stick to ground-that whore- Feet rush quick and dodge the floor.
Fulfilling desires from within; Desires quenched by art of motion.
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