sunshine and the bicycle move as one threading a narrow path among the leaves fast as wind light as feather the asphalt flows underneath me pushing me forward and further past yet another sequence of streets past yet another world for me to glimpse leaving me as young as the man i used to be filled with the promise of what i will never have sketch the tale in my heart as the miles melt behind fair haired and overflowing with joys unabated that is what i could see from my seated adventure faster and faster on my shiny machine leaving behind the people and places of the past looking forever for that bright future in the palm of my hand