I cycled around this planted town,
The chicks in high places began to get me down.
I cycled hard for many years,
Wind-swept feelings and lonely tears,
The more I cried, the more I lied,
Until I felt consumed with pain inside.
Around in circles and over the hills,
Making tracks among the spring-time daffodils.
I crashed and then I burnt,
Nothing ever would be learnt.
Grazed knees with battle scars,
Hairy moments up against the speeding cars.
In the snowy, hail and rain,
Until I cast my padlock down the drain.
Eventually, I’d had enough,
Too much pedalling, I could feel no love.
Is this to what I had aspired?
In a moment, it was decided, “NO BICYCLE NEED BE REQUIRED”!
Sean Ransom; 21st of February, 2020