Perspective, Matters

No phones, head only. 
All alone, not lonely. 
Legs, cranking, rolling miles. 
Brain, pumping, face smiles. 

Sitting here, atop my seat,
Stillness, words obsolete. 
Hours, spent above curved bar,
Body, mind, traveled far.

This, friend, is what I’ve learned, 
From struggle, insight earned. 
My new, prime directive,
Life, springs, from our perspective. 

What life will you choose to create?