Sound of Silence

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