Counting strands in laces

Tucking the dangleys
Into my boot

The spaces
From the chain
Remaining
Healthily
Away

As I Peddle away
In the rain

Makin the same
Mistakes
Again

Light headed
Escapes

Fading into
Landscapes

Placated
By this spaceship
And riding it

Into the wind

Wallowing
In its glint
Grinning

In the ambiance

Subservience
Unto the stretches
Fetching this

Fire inside

Felt
While I
Ride

The back roads

Dark and cold
Forboden
And alone

I'm riding home

Hoping for
The worst