Rushing

Old creaky bike
rusty mechanical ages
that precipitate in corroded auras

That make me raspy
and angry

Where did that old orange screw go
it rolled away and disintegrated into the earth
Goodbye, goodbye
So long old friend
I think I need to trade you in, faithful steed.
(The screws disintegrate one by one)

Body of steel,
and cycles of iron
Of what will I wish of you when you are gone
Of what will I laugh of if it's not of your shortcomings
Old chain pedal machine.

Old friction of metal against metal
with my volition as your will
There is no difference between the two
We move so nicely, its as if we were stilll.

Still...

Faithful metallic steed
creaky as you are mighty
we are now as one, russshingg...
Until I decide to set you free.