When I'm gloomy and astray,
And soul structure seems to break,
Cycling keeps bad thoughts at bay,
Helps my spirit find escape.
Peaceful mountains sink the heat,
Rivers make hope seeds fertile,
Roads are feeling my heartbeat
More alive with every mile...
As I push my way back home
Lunar light reshapes my view,
Winds blow pages in trees' tome,
Flesh's worn out... but spirit's new.
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