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.
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