stuck inside all day
studying and learning
thinking about my bike
it's hard to breath
trapped between four concrete walls
sun and clear skies lost
books, paper, academics
before me I stare blankly
distracted by thoughts
my mind goes to trails
familiar and favourite
ridden many times
etched into my brain
to be ridden anytime
so effortlessly
my riding legs gone
but still crave to be on trail
this is but temporary
Fall will soon be gone
memories of single track
out of reach for me
7 comments:
Don't despair OBR. The trails will still be there when you're ready to rip 'em up.
-t
I'm a student also and that is exactly how I feel. I can't wait to ride again!
That's so freakin gay it's not funny. I don't read your blog for poetry, or to watch as you get in touch with your feminine side. I come here for the sarcastic shit. Will the real big ring please take off the skirt???
planning the misfit psycles anti-race and death ride for november 14.
to creemore brewery.
to collingwood.
passing out at casa grams.
if you arent there.
you are dead to me.
Anon - moi?!?!? Sarcastic?!?!? Sorry that my feelings frighten your inner woman . . . let go and feel, let go and feel. It's okay . . .cry away my friend.
Peter - I'm writing it down on my sch-edule
Thom - love the kingdom shots
Hey! Fall as well as spring and summer come around every year. You'll make up for it next year. Now, you got to do what you got to do. Don't sweat it.
I weep for I feel your pain.
ok, maybe not since i'm going to get close to 3hrs total today but I too wish to write whiny, bitchy poetry on occasion.
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