When the world revolved around the clock,
My life became an aged bicycle;
It looked so old:
Chains that talked with a hoarse voice;
Old pedals that refused to move;
Exhausted tires that may deflate any time.
When I looked at myself in the mirror,
I was like a gratified emperor;
It felt like I just won an endless war.
I had been through many accidents.
Sometimes, the road was too dark.
I couldn't drive well as if I was born blind.
However, those didn't last;
The road always turned ambient at the end,
I could clearly see where I'm going.
I never thought
That I would have a very long ride
At a very short time.
I enjoyed it,
But, I think I needed to stop;
I could see the red light from afar.
Before I reach the end,
I would bury every thing I had
So, I wouldn't be sad
Written by: Silver Seagull
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