It’s me and my bicycle
against the world of the turning
…And so I ride
riding not the lightning
but my bicycle
not of the shining
Leaving behind
golden sun is setting to
a different horizon
My gaze are shifting
seeking
for the myth of the light rising
Raging through
forgetting about everything
Tears never care
on my face come rolling
and it’s only me and my
bicycle
against a darkening world of the turning
And so I ride and ride
head on and collide
upon walls never hide
Shifted fading wide
Sands of time never lied
Drifting hopes denied
Hands of freedom all tied
But nevertheless
I come and ride head on
collide…