Riding through a world of rainwater
But my bottle contains none.
The moon is out; the wind I find cool
But refreshing
Jumping through shadows of white
The rains have disappeared .
My legs smell of metal
As I pedal through the night.
My thoughts roaming as I wander.
The clouds turn down the volume
And I forget being here.
Ride into my home
To find a thief in my dreams.
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