The bikes' firm beneath me
The bitumen rolls
And I'm out in the darkness
redressing my soul
Bright city light bounces
Reflected by clouds
And the stillness in suburbs
Hangs down like a shroud.
I should be at home
And I should be in bed
But the questions were
Rolling around in my head
So my girl and my dog
And the comforts of home
Are a lengthy way off
From the roads where I roam.
Like a hard parent Wolf
Seeking food for its kin
I hunt morsels of truth
Where my questions begin
And I slip through the limbo
Of world, man and bike
And hunt of the answers
That hide in the night.
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