we’re all the same, who’s to blame, insane, disdain against the grain, not whole, just go, reap and sow, bold to hold, go for gold or other metals, flower powered bicycles pushing petals that look like pedals, momentum meant to get them but they’re already on your back it will keep you cycling cyclically within a never ending track, ground gained is ground lost time becomes a sunk cost, turn off, learn to glide, trust your thrust move in stride, you’re present now, no need to hide, and the passion happens when you enjoy the ride
