To one of my best friends, Sean :)
The wind blows through my hair,
fresh air and freedom all around,
with bugs on my windshield,
God knows when they were born,
i now know when they died
My mind is in a different place,
separated from everyday life
the cool spring air hits my face,
and mile after mile
I get closer to forgetting all my worries
Riding my bike is a way for me to escape
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