Some days,
I feel like getting on a bike,
and pedalling down roads I've never seen,
exploring a world I never got to see.
The only sounds, the insects humming,
as I cycle through a field,
forging a new path
To feel alive—
Wind whipping through my hair,
I cycle faster—chasing euphoria
through open fields
and places I never knew existed,
in this beautiful world.
Some days,
I feel like leaving behind my life,
to cycle through paths that never knew I existed either.
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 5:39 PM UTC
Some days,
I feel like getting on a bike,
and pedalling down roads I've never seen,
exploring a world I never got to see.
The only sounds, the insects humming,
as I cycle through a field,
forging a new path
To feel alive—
Wind whipping through my hair,
I cycle faster—chasing euphoria
through open fields
and places I never knew existed,
in this beautiful world.
Some days,
I feel like leaving behind my life,
to cycle through paths that never knew I existed either.
