The RIDE

The ride

its early, presipitation on the grass
all alone, body and mind have to work together
starting, you have to pedel slow or fast
enjoying being out again, its freeing
the hill, looks long, looks terrifying, even unattianable
turn around, i say. but what would that make me?
i've come this far, don't give up!
climbing the hill it hits me, Gears, go easy on yourself, change gears
there are many gears to help me reach the top.
they are like family/friends, each giving me more slack to pump up
it gets steaper, harder, I just might stop.
oh, I have one more gear to lessen the load and then
the moment i worked so hard for. the top!
The view, I can see it
ahhhh Its freeing. my lungs can breath in the air
looking out at the valley it looks so big, I am so small
who am I? strong, couragous, aware? hmm
no time to think now cause here comes the drop!
gears switching back to hard, because I have made it this far
I can stand up, feel the wind on my face
ride as if an angel were riding along with me
I can feel her. She wispers,  "it a ride"
Smile, the ride has just begun!