Keep Pedaling, Forward, Keep, Pedaling, Forward, The gears Shrink, The wheels Turn, The beast, Slain, And we Keep, Pedaling, Forward, Until suddenly, Feet hit the ground stiff, As if exiting a hot air balloon, The bike is stowed away, By a chain-link fence, Alone, Than a promise of return giving it strength, A promise that will never be broken, Because the two-wheeler, Is more than a set of gears, It is freedom, Independence, Sound of Silence
Light — Chris Milton ‘20
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