Fuck the miles

Fuck the miles, the distance isn't too far. I want to be the one who rides the total and goes back again.
Numbers don't matter. They never did. I can fly down the longest stretch with a single continuous breath. I'll claim you, make my name synonymous with yours.
They will know, I will know you.

Putting you to bed

It was the worst day. Deciding that you were too much. I shot too high. I wanted something real and you, you were just a dream.
When you find your dream, don't pursue it. Let it live as a dream and forget the struggle that will remain. Always a struggle.
I could find you, breathe life into your body. Give you strength and power. But I will let you die. Thrown out with all the rest and go on. No more dreaming. No more life.
Just the struggle that remains.

Something clever

Nothing.

Pay attention to what's on your plate

So, the picture is the end result of not paying attention to what I had going on. How does this relate to life on two?
Just pay attention to what's in front of you. Traffic, timing marks, tire pressure. ..

Twisted and wrong

Fuck the guy who decided to twist you and make you wrong. Screw him for the half-assed job of trying to fix you.
I'm sure there were best intentions, like wanting to be there but not making the actual effort. To little, to late. There won't be another time. There is only now and here.
So, yes. I will make it right, I will make the effort. I will do what another couldn't, or wouldn't.
But, fuck that guy.

Wanderlust

Every so often, I write what I an actually thinking. No soul under me. Plenty of work to do.
The rest of the world rips and tears the rubber right off like an orc-ish barbarian. You can fight and struggle. But, until you find that the ride is your center. ..
That commitment to the cycle is what gets you going. ..
That the rolling box is an irritant. ..
That life is just times in between rides. ..
That the caress of the wind stinging you is a sweet kiss. ..
Well, maybe it's just me.

No motor, No cry

So, yeah. Even the crank was broke.