I rode my bike down the street.
My heart heavy with regret,
sinking in defeat.
My legs burned but along I rode,
the street stretched out before me,
telling me where to go,
as I made my journey.
The breeze sung softly,
a lovely harmony,
entranced in wonder,
as I beseeched thee.
Please show me the way,
As I go down this road,
which path to take,
as the story unfolds.
Im not sure why I'm here
Why I am as I am
but whatever it is
please make it clear
I will continue this journey
into the misty haze
discovering the beauty
while exploring the maze.
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