The Broken Bicycle

WHAT IS LIFE NOTHING BUT

A BROKEN BICYCLE IN A RUT.

HANDLEBARS SET TO STRAIGHT

ALWAYS MOVING ON AT THE SAME RATE!

AND YOU SIT THERE FIXED TO THE SEAT

AND THE PEDALS ARE GLUED TO YOUR FEET. 

YOUR HANDS DON’T REACH THE BRAKE

NOR CAN YOU ANY NEW TURN TAKE,

WHEELS CLATTERING, ALWAYS DO SQWEAK 

THE JOURNEY ITSELF SEEMS VERY BLEAK.

OH! WHEN SHALL WE EVER LEARN TO TAKE

THE CYCLE IN OUR OWN WAKE?

SO COME NOW LET THE CYCLE STOP

LET YOUR HANDS FROM THE HANDLES DROP,

WRENCH YOURSELF FREE AND THEN

HOIST YOUR LIFE ON HIGHER GROUND AGAIN.

MEND THE BROKEN ENDS 

TAKE IT FOR A RIDE ROUND NEW BENDS.

PLACES WHERE YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN 

THINGS WHICH FOR YOU ARE YET UNSEEN. 

LET LIFE WANDER ON

AS IT DOES FROM DIMNESS TO THE MORN

STILL, BE MASTER OF YOUR FATE

DRIVE IT AS YOUWANT, TO YOUR RATE.