The wheels turn and take me there
The temporary alleviation of the weight of my cares
Nothing but the feeling of motion and the wind in my hair
And every day you take me there
Put the foot to the pedal and swing it around again
The creation of motion and then I’m back with my old friend
Wandering paths in ever-changing circles, hoping it will never end
But on the morrow I know we will be joined again
Thank you for showing me sights that by my eyes have yet to be seen
For a time it helps my soul almost know what it feels like to be clean
It’s almost surreal enough that I can’t help but wonder if it’s a dream
And I can’t wait to see what else has gone unseen