Come Along for the Ride

I see the bicycle resting against the wall,

It seems to tell take me, ride me, I am free.

You will grow wings, as you ride along.

I took out the bicycle from its stand.

And sitting on it I felt like a free bird.

And cycled I did flying against the wind.

As If it was a chariot and I was a king.

Passing no one on the empty streets,

I was riding alone owning the streets,

My cycle gave me wings to fly;

transporting me to another world.

Where I saw other people on their bicycle,

All pedaling happily smiling in joy,

Welcoming me, saying come let us together

Fly like angels, and we flew we did, all of us,

The wind blowing against our faces'.

The bicycle gave me the freedom to ride.

It gave freedom to fly, to know, to teach me,

simple facts of life, though you need a car,

or a vehicle, to take you a cross, try me too.

It might take a while, to reach the destination.

In the bargain,

I give you much-needed exercise, relaxation,

And on days you feel blue,

I will give you wings to fly, together,

As we like, in great abandon and freedom.

Leaving behind worries, tensions, anxities.

So take the bicycle out, and come along

For the ride, and you will get your wings.