With
the wind in my hair
Each
moment I’m aware
The
thrill and the movement
My
body forward bent
Even
steady breathing
Wheels
below spinning
One
with this machine here
No
traffic can I hear
All
disappears around
Except
for my breaths sound
I
push on and beyond
Every
care dead and gone
9/5/14
Most that know me also know I ride a bike as my main transportation. Quite often it feels just like this.
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