At my work place, a coworker always calls me "cycle man", whenever he sees me...
The asphalt whispers, a rhythmic refrain,
As I glide along, a blur in the rain.
My legs a machine, a symphony of might,
I am a cycle man, bathed in morning light.
Two wheels good, the mantra I embrace,
A freedom found, in this windswept space.
The world unfolds, a vibrant hue,
As I pedal onward, strong and true.
Hills may rise, and winds may blow,
But onward I press, with a steady flow.
The city sleeps, as I begin my quest,
A silent warrior, putting fears to the test.
From bustling streets to quiet lanes I roam,
A solitary rider, finding peace at home.
With every turn, a new adventure waits,
Iam a cycle man, embracing life's sweet fates.
