Throwing out a single excuse that, “It’s finally nice outside!”
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I dashed from the garage, relying on my momentum.
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My destination is south; the pedals I drive into are heading toward the sea.
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I don’t look at a map – I don’t want any route that seems pre-determined…
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My feet will only get stuck in someone else’s rut.
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This straight line that I draw with all of my heart,
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Seems it may slip and die out if I look away,
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So I’ll proceed on two wheels, heading for a future 0.2 seconds away!
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For now, all I can do is peddle!
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Depending on how I perceive the time that passes, my “present” begins to change;
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Should I view it as history, or regard it as my past?
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Even “words of the wise”, someone enlightened me with,
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Are but a single scene once the lines leave my lips, wouldn’t you say?
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I wonder if it’s almost my time to go on stage…?
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The scenery leaving me raises in speed,
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As a new world stabs away at my body.
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Cutting through a headwind, my handles guide me!
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Sewing down the flow of time, people put a name to history…
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But I won’t ever find value in that –
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I’ll simply empty my lungs and re-write this moment!
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This straight line that I draw with all of my heart,
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Continues on to a panorama that only I can see,
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So I’ll cut on through this moment, heading for a future 0.2 seconds away!
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I’ll peddle desperately!
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I’ll peddle until I die!
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