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
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 11:50 PM UTC
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
