At the End

It's all in the journey...

It’s me and my bicycle 
against the world of the turning
…And so I ride 
riding not the lightning
but my bicycle 
not of the shining
Leaving behind 
golden sun is setting to 
a different horizon 
My gaze are shifting
seeking 
for the myth of the light rising
Raging through 
forgetting about everything
Tears never care 
on my face come rolling
and it’s only me and my 
bicycle
against a darkening world of the turning

And so I ride and ride
head on and collide
upon walls never hide
Shifted fading wide
Sands of time never lied
Drifting hopes denied
Hands of freedom all tied
But nevertheless
I come and ride head on 
collide…

Mek
Sep08