Biking
Everytime I hear this word,
I automatically come back to earth.
I feel like I am about put my earphones in
and adjust the volume so that it can be as loud as possible.
I feel like I'm about to explore Narnia or Atlantis.
I feel like I'm about to be recorded by lots of cameras
and all you're going to see is me speeding by.
I automaitcally think of my legs aching from me pushing and pushing and not giving up.
Everytime I hear this word,
I am grateful to have the things that I have.
Don't take your legs for granted.
One day,
you might not be able to take a simple bike ride.
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