A Bull Rider

This poem is about myself. It explains the standards I live by.

I live for the rush of a swinging gate
Fighting to make it eight.
If you live in fear
You might as well pack up your gear.
You better ride hard
Or not at all.
The tough will succeed
And see their dreams achieved.
You gotta get your mind right
Before you pull that rope tight.
It doesn't matter if it's 7.99
You gotta lay it all on the line.
The big city lights
Cannot affect your ride that night.
Live for the pride
You get when you complete your ride.