I clean the gunk off my bicycle

and pump the tires full of air

I ride it into the setting sun

without a care

I’m in search of who I can be

My hair blows in the wind

I want every hour of every day

to be right now

To the left, the houses all look the same

and to the right, they all look different

I’m pedaling down the endless asfault

Listening to music

Blairing it louder

and turning my pain into prose

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