Going on the same ride
My companion is in vain
Time’s not a problem, nor any season
I call her ‘black pearl” for some reason
The same two wheels that slide
I pedal up the hill so well
Wonder why it’s called so hard
To cross the emotional hell
I can balance it through a narrow path
But how it’s done with shallow heart
Rage upwards the hill, and joy of coming down
Afore clear sky’s embracing wet ground
The wind that sings in my ears
Why they don’t help me with tears
Just like the chain keeps wheel going
How to pull myself together while growing
“Black pearl” has heart you see, for sure
I can feel myself, yet that’s the best cure
Scars that I got while I fell down
Aren’t same as when I got the crown
Breeze shivering my forearms
Calves stretched while counting miles
Thoughts race amid others and me
Cycling taught me, you pass only yourself in the infinite seal