I ride in the light.
Early mornings.
Green grass shining.
One hand in the handlebar,
the other one hanging free,
snapping fingers not accordingly.
Wheels move ahead in the same road,
but giving me the feel that
they are spinning me to something new.
I ride through the day.
Look, Ma. No hands, but wholeheartedly.
Careless, but with courage.
Fearful but strong.
Dreaming, but alive.
Same city, new perspective.
New asphalts, old memories.
Old trees, new buildings.
Open eyes, closed hearts,
Fearful souls, fearful minds.
The new boulevard shines.
I ride in the dark on early nights.
Green grass hiding.
Two hands in handlebar. No snapping.
I keep adding miles to my ride, miles to my mind,
to my heart beats, to my shadows light
and strength to my weaknesses.
Written, Voiced and Edited by Besart Cani
