Bicycles and beer both are bueno

brap brap brap

the signal of a start

a race dowhill on bicyles
with friends
I'll never know

It is not that I
don't want to

it is just that
destination that defines
the times that we are in

some solid thought
forged freely for a million fires
burned into the wood
the waste of paper
justified by the other side of thinking.

All of that aside this race that I did ride
was fast and fourtunatly for me
ended at a beerful party

women booze and bicylces
summertime sublime

I wonder if the end will come
naivety is bliss
not real

I know I should
know better but
reality is bummer

For another day to come, I write...