Bicycle
Up and down m y pedals go,This contraption I am perched,
A twist of metal, plastic and oil
My favorite thing upon this earth,
I pick up the pace, my heart starts to pound
Focused on forwards, head down
I don't hear a sound.
Faster and faster as the sweat starts to dip
I am filled with joy as my legs burn,
Noone quite gets it,
I ride all alone,
Freedom isn't free but this is very close,
I don't hear a sound.
Swiftly, dart through obstacles,
I sometimes hate it,
but these feelings quickly cease,
sweat and rain and fresh air,
and grease,
I love this, it is me
I do not hear a sound.
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