Mist and wind washing the face
As I cycle through the race
I go slower, in danger of falling
My heart beats lower, in danger of stalling
And the voice of my soul saddens the moon
Starlight pervading my soul's scars
Darkness carrying me afar
Before me sits a great black hole
Swallowing up my wounded soul
And in I go to my death and doom
Pin spiked muscles bring me back
Burning lungs to that bike track
Awful prayer gets my heart to still
As wheels go rolling down the hill
Peace, a gift, a wondrous boon
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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