Easy Rider

Here’s a cyclist riding down the sunny road He rides light, just like he wants, without a load He rides into the summer, to the depth of green Passing the streets I know, and streets I haven’t seen Across the sunlit bridge that cyclist rides away Into the wintertime, where skies are pale grey Now he's on snowy road, he rides on ice But what's the point to ride that far, it seems unwise He could have answered, but I think he won’t He's on the go so fast, he's doing what I don’t How do you think, what motivates his ride? Is that the pleasure of a speed, in danger to collide The cyclist rides and seasons pass, like yesterday I'd like to know the reason, but he wouldn’t say.