I go through days,
pedals biting my ankles,
on my bicycle of mistakes.
It's always
shredding my feet.
Grinding my gears.
The ring of its bell
screeches
through my ears.
The wheels turn,
though they are
twisted, misshapen,
the ride uneven.
Bumpy streets,
leave my
plump backside
beaten,
but I keep on,
keeping on.
Riding where
the wheels take me.
However long
the journey,
and however far
the distance may be.
I push through
crowded miles.
Clouded in thoughts,
I ride for hours.
I've found it,
listing to the left,
when my thinking is right,
but I feel I have nothing left
I find it veering to the right.
It has a mind of its own,
and it's wheels steer
wherever they like.
Listening to opinions
that would have been
better left unheard.
But that's the thing.
This vicious cycle,
devours thought,
and just regurgitates bile.
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