Ritual

fly bike2-500

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Every time I ride, I fly.
Arms extended, hail the sky

With mind aloft I pedal though
I am a sail, but anchor too.

I make my peace here on the road,
Too free to fear, to far to fold.

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