The Ride

I am a gear stick, a little bit
Rhythm stopped, I misstepped.
Time slows, I breathe harder, farther
till I’m halfway home
I’m a chain slide, a little lie
Balance kept, I survived.
Times stops, and I’m laughing
Having to despite the tearing
I’m a hill coaster, a little older
Bruises healed and yet no closer.
Time’s pointless, I keep cycling,
likening
the trip to a sigh.

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