I’m traveling along the trail, it's getting dark, gloomy

I’m on my way home when I see a little red squirrel, 

I run over its tail and it squeaks loudly, I try to forget it,

I look down at the rushing river, so loud so dangerous

The trail is rough, destroyed, cracks and potholes all over

Then it happened, something hit my wheel, it startled me

A pothole tipping me over, I started falling, rolling down the hill

Hitting trees, sticks, thistles, rocks. Stinging every part of my body

Bones cracking, popping, my leg dismembered

Then, I fell into the river, tugging on my body

As my head goes into the water I see it

The little red squirrel staring at me

Then, I went under