The Bike

April 19, 2011
By mxrider BRONZE, Fairdield, Connecticut
mxrider BRONZE, Fairdield, Connecticut
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The bike goes by
The image so blurry
All you see is lines of fading colors
I wonder
Why so fast I have a whole life.
As I sit and watch
I think
Why is my life so slow?

The bike goes by
Slow like a snail
A crystal clear image
It makes me wonder.
Why so slow I only have one life?
As you sit and watch
You think
Why is my life so fast?


Life goes by
Your whole life
A wasteland
On the sideline
You wonder
Why is my life so stale?


The bike goes by
An image so clear
I realize
Life will go by
Its own speed
Not his
Not hers
But my own speed


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