Bicycle Poetry/ Life Is Just a Cycle

Tired I wheeled back into the saddle, feeling outspoken almost cranky, peddling the same tubular thoughts through my head.Set on breaking the chains that fork my reality to the hub of my existence. 

A quick release of all stress as I drop out to regain my bearings, virtually on the rim of smiling, spinning on an axle of joy, no longer a need to handle bars or nuts in my life. 

Now seated at my post at the center of what should be the frame work for a happy life,,,,,,
Life Is A Cycle After All.

                                                              R. Sweat