The warmth of the sun plays with my hair,
Giving it warmth yet not burning it to hilt.
The glossy look that I so often feel today,
I have no one but my round friend to thank for.
I ride on a two piece citadel of harmony and peace,
Having the lovely wind for company along the route.
A bad tire and a belly on fire are lame excuses,
I have found my purpose of living and of learning to live.
The thorns in capsize are happy in their dwelling,
As lazy as the winter set on a tired human soul.
The nip in the air is so small to dissect my joy,
I travel with pleasant memories of my previous life.
My love is in my heart and my dream is in my mind,
The journey is arduous,yet I travel along to fulfill my grind.

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