There’s a lot of danger on the road

But I couldn’t help it, I wanted to know

How it’d feel to bike around – with the purpose of getting somewhere on time

Turns out the road is full of thorns, broken glass, and nails

One day when it was time to bike home, my rear wheel was nearly flat as a dime

But I bought a new inner tube on Amazon and I prevailed

By Monday morning I was good to ride again

On the pavement I weaved out and in

There’s a million reasons to not ride

Every opportunity to close the shades and hide

Potholes

Criminals

As I wait at the stoplight I watch drivers

Look at all those souls

Advertisements on buses and billboards are subliminal

Trying to sell skin care products or education

I want to escape it all

Riding my bike’s a vacation

But I’m still in the sea of commuters

We’re all frenetic

Chained to computers

Can I outpedal my genetics

Why is the danger enthralling

The hard road calling

I have no seatbelt

Whirling about

It’s the most alive I’ve felt

A thorn or a nail will get us all in the end

Unforeseen potholes the grave portend

I don’t stop to pick up nails on the way

They’re rusty

I won’t slow down or let my legs get dusty

I’m in the midst of danger on my bike

But I have a sense of peace that it’s alright

I keep pedaling