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Bike ride

Have almost everything I need but a trailer and a electric bike Tired of having to hike This spring I wish to travel around state to state Missing my family of late So head east towards home My body is getting tired of constantly having to roam I am getting old Nights are getting so cold Take me awhile Hope to smile But in no rush to get there If I make it I do not care To be fair Just want to go So you know Wind up generator to charge It is not that large Keeping my load at two hundred pound range I will look strange Hauling my dog in a trailer behind She gives me peace of mind Camping at the end of each day Along the way Maybe sometimes an extend my stay Maybe take a couple years No fears Write about what I see Camping by a tree May write another book If anyone cares to have a look Photos to show what I see The beauty that be Just need the bike and trailer, saving for that Maybe I will see a place I like No more desire to hike Crossing the country on my bike Can live off the land on my way Make it a little further each day I can write At night With my light Been working on gathering what I need The bike will be my steed As I make my way home So many years I am over my fears Tears I was young last time I was there Wondering if any of them still care This I need to do True Wasting away Nowhere I want to stay But it is time to settle down Be a clown My heart is bad Do not be sad I have had an amazing life Even with all the strife One last trip make it or not Better than sitting here letting my body rot Melt when it is hot Freeze when cold I wish to see my family once more Before I soar Been so long Am I wrong Wish I had a car To go that far Maybe the bike will be fun Be in shape when I am done

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