Riding My Bike
As I'm riding down the block,
I hear my tools jiggle in the smaller compartment where they're stored.
It's just a little distraction.
It's trying to pull me away from my paradise.
I cross the intersection...
A few bumps in the road.
It's good thing I bought
a new seat, because the old one was dreadful.
I can still see her face.
It plays back in my mind,
along with old memories of her and I.
It reminds me of a scene from a movie. When someone dies and their life flashes before their eyes.
All their memories, good and bad.
We were holding hands, while walking in a nice neighborhood,
looking at houses and picturing ourselves in one of them.
running down the stairs with excitement, egar to sit at the family dinner table and be a Dad.
Putting our feet on the coffee table after a long day of work while ingesting it all....
I hear my tools jiggle in the smaller compartment where they're stored.
It's just a little distraction.
It's trying to pull me away from my paradise.
I cross the intersection...
A few bumps in the road.
It's good thing I bought
a new seat, because the old one was dreadful.
I can still see her face.
It plays back in my mind,
along with old memories of her and I.
It reminds me of a scene from a movie. When someone dies and their life flashes before their eyes.
All their memories, good and bad.
We were holding hands, while walking in a nice neighborhood,
looking at houses and picturing ourselves in one of them.
running down the stairs with excitement, egar to sit at the family dinner table and be a Dad.
Putting our feet on the coffee table after a long day of work while ingesting it all....