Back home on a tired evening
Wading thru’ weary sea of traffic
Pervading miles of city in panic
I for one was stranded
At many a signal cross
  
As I gazed out leaning glass up my wheel
Sky was growing grey and gloomy
As if worried of descending glow of light
Clouds playing clown overhead in gay delight
Unencumbered birds on a free flying stroll
Rid of roads and blocks and unruly rules
Avenue leaves grew dark green in fading light
Friendly wind patting hope of  post-nap light
  
Awake! A restless horn blew behind
As signal light switched to green
And cleared my nagging way
Bikers left and right darted their way
I was jittery fluttery but none to care  
  
Blurring head light forward glow
Scaring red light backward blow
Jolted me to gear up and down
Steer and peddle my pads in puzzle
To save and grab my homeward track
Oh! I wish I had wings than wheels