Freedom, sweet freedom, I think
as wild winds chap my skin and
liquid floods my cheeks. I am
Helios on his Sun Chariot.
But all too soon the shabby wheels
crumple crudely to the cold concrete,
coiled on the pavement I regret
ever taking my training wheels off.
as wild winds chap my skin and
liquid floods my cheeks. I am
Helios on his Sun Chariot.
But all too soon the shabby wheels
crumple crudely to the cold concrete,
coiled on the pavement I regret
ever taking my training wheels off.


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