Oct 24

bike ride to sanity

Wind rushes
As the bike moves forward 

Water gushes 
From the nearby stream

The world is quiet and peaceful here 
Well as quiet as it can be

The leaves still rustle 
Every now and then

And my bike tires make noises 
against the tiny pebbles of the road 

Comforting the pain I harbor 
Deep within my battered soul.