Bicycle Bicycle

Bicycle bicycle where are you going 
Bicycle bicycle what are you knowing 
Bicycle bicycle where are you flowing
Thoughts are of you drifting though lands of the dead, 
The horizon is cluttered with a humanities dread. 
The castings form a gluttonous life. 
Bicycle bicycle where are going, 
What have you done? 
With all that you are knowing, 
All that has begun. 
All in the drift of knowing, 
What are you sowing? 
Bicycle, bicycle why are you scared. 
Have you gone where you not dare? 
What are your thoughts and why are you showing 
Signs of a mind lost at sea. 
Why are you casting rocks deep into the seam? 
The lights are on but no one is home, 
Vacant rooms are showing hollow 
thoughts are knowing, oh! 
Bicycle, bicycle where are you going not known 
But knowing what is around the bend. 
Headlong in the cloud bust overhead 
And headlights are casting 
shadows off the dead, oh why? 
Bicycle, bicycle why are you going, 
This late past the hours of the dread, 
Bicycle, bicycle where are you going 
Not knowing the sacred hours of the dead…
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