Song for “along”

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~ Old Bike ~
Old bike,
rode it my whole life
Wonder if i might
beat that old bike to the grave
Moon bright
gliding down hillsides
Haze off a porch light
flickers and catches my gaze
On my bicycle
rolling along
On my bicycle
singing my song
On my bicycle ride
wishing “You” ’ll come along
Warm night
riding my soul bike
Doesn’t quite roll right
but it gets me where i need to “be”
There is no guide
life is a slow ride
If you got an old bike
come ride around “here” with me
On our bicycles
hands in the air
On our bicycles
cycling with care
On our bicycle ride
Everyone’s at it
“alone” sometimes
But it’s better to have
a COmpanION ride
Everyone’s SaturnDay (Chronos > time) “night”
goes wrong sometimes
Along the ride
Busted and rickety olden bike
Busted and missing a bolt or “5”
Holding together as long as
i am alive
Along the ride
Ladies and GentleMen,
i despise
Leave ’em alone
as i drive on by
Never imagined it
quite so divine
to glide
Along the ride
( oh yeah,
it’s the end of the song
…! )
… ❤ … ….