Intricate winds branching its path through the narrow of trees.
So barren a wheeze, teamed with the violence of a Pharaoh's decrees.
Tingle of hair on my cheek, the force, sorts of an arrow through breeze.
My course bends and retorts, air alive, it's like a scarecrow could breathe.
Pedal, my limbs! Every strength you were born with, give rise!
The portion, surprised! The bike moves quick as rain pours from the skies.
The burn, an auburn inside. Glance back, moonlight jaunts through the twine...
Greying jade of the leaves, and through the silver rushed the monsters behind.