THE LONELY CYCLIST

A solo rider's ode

I'm the only one in this town who rides

While everyone else hides inside

Their cars and houses, their comfort zones

I'm out here, alone, on my own

They don't understand the freedom I feel

When the road is real and the wind is real

They think I'm crazy, they think I'm strange

But I wouldn't trade it for change

It's okay to be alone with my bicycle

Its love never stops, it's magical

Two wheels that carry me through the night

A faithful companion, burning bright

Sometimes it stops, I'll admit it's true

When a flat tire comes into view

But I'm technical, I can fix anything

From a simple puncture to what life brings

Patch kit in hand, I know what to do

Just like I'd fix myself, see it through

A puncture wound in my own soul

The bicycle makes me whole

So let them stare from their windows high

While I ride beneath the sky

Alone but never lonely, free and wild

Just a cyclist and their two-wheeled child

— The Lonely Cyclist