The Bicycle Trip

Fifteen years old, warm summer night, 
I left home about twilight,
Jumped on my ten-speed wheels
And started in to wheeling,
Following a feeling - 
A mystery, a night reveals.  
What would the night reveal?

Conscientious, never free, 
The only thing I’d ever wanted to be
Was someone who complies, 
But this was just a lark, 
Riding in the dark. 
Which way would we fly?
I watched with open eye. 

I had no purpose.  It was just a ride. 
Left or right, I let my bike decide. 
Where I was going, I didn’t care. 
I was on my own. 
Something to me would be shown. 
My destiny was there. 
I could feel in the air.

Fifteen years old, warm summer night,
I left home about twilight
In the summer of seventy-three. 
When I left, I was a captive child.
Hours later, pulling home, I smiled. 
The night I would be free,
I discovered me.

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