How To Ride a Bike

I read that book When I was way to young To understand Its intricacies The utter Humanness Of the plot The re-read Left me In a state of Panic'an Bileness Shreds my emotions Like your mouth is Just before Being sick The helplessness As the two Plea for help From each other As madness Slowly encroaches As they cannot Make head nor tail Of life And what It doesn’t offer The missing piece Was just them On my book shelf All this time It Just there Made a thousand Curtains fall And I Just sat On the floor In awe Of what stood beyond Those curtain falls Funny It was telling me Something was coming A couple of weeks Of intense signs Except the last one Before The falls I hadn’t Seen that before Yet I Have lived it I have spoken it I experienced it In three years’, time This insight To life Leaves me Felling flat As I totally Understand The full humanism Of our situation And why It all occurs I stand Atop a cliff Above The total madness It Holds my hand And speaks ‘You discovered how to walk Its time To teach you How to ride a bike’