Riding my bike,
and just as fast as the wind,
that’s five miles an hour.
No, I go faster,
top gear all the way i will,
if it’s all downhill.
I had a work block,
it was there but I struggled,
to do anything.
The rain fell gently,
each drop like soft sweet kisses,
that finished too soon.
It is time for bed,
and dreams start like real stories,
that do not make sense.
