I've said this before and I say it again. I'm not all that great at poetry. So this is really just an attempt.

blood and sweat
i know them well
they haven't abandoned me yet
i kind of smell
i've known them for days on end
bruises, scrapes, and such
to my family, it isn't much
i ride to live
i live to ride
anything i would give
to be outside
right now as i write
to stay right here
takes all of my might
it takes shape in my head
every second of the day
it doesn't matter what is said
i won't give up whatever you say
blood runs through the newborn cuts
strange seem those who are off the wall or out of the box
bystanders thinking, 'This guy has to be nuts!'
i don't really live to see you knocked out of your socks
i live for the moment
when you see me for what i am
a kid with his blond head bent
that will always be supersam

i don't know, i really don't know