Expectation leadeth a man to trod steps in
fantasy,
Every moment that we live is not in our hand,
For the Big Boss does things that we hardly
esteem in life,
We pinch ourselves to shake us up, is it really
true?
My legs touching the curve of the pedal and
rolling over,
My hands holding the grip of the thin green
brakes,
I carried behind me an angel in disguise,
Who alone boosted me up to enjoy this
pleasant ride.
I refused at first lately to recognize what a
chance I would have missed,
I walked beside her to know how much she too
loves the way I do,
My back at rest in the ride and my eyes so
focussed on air,
Ok, finally I reached the destination too
appealing so soon.
I looked at her eyes and she to me, we ordered
what we wanted,
Money paid, Bill gathered, hands so full with
shoppers enormous,
Oh, my, what a sight, when we couldn’t budge
along with trials,
I ask myself what I actually enjoyed today –
Was it she, my companion or the cycle, my dear
old friend?
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