I used to ride my bike alot.
I used to ride all over town.
Through wisps of night,
in dim street light,
i used to ride and ride around.

I used to love the sound it made,
as clicking chains would softly chime.
with wind in hair,
I'd breath the air.
And think of where I'd ride next time.

Now years have past as ive grown old.
My bike just sits outside and cold.
Waiting for that final day,
when I decide to ride away.


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