Life is like riding a Bicycle
We just seem to be able to do it,
Bike riding I mean.
You start slowly, on training wheel perhaps,
Then they’re taken off.
Two remain, and it’s all on you now,
How you balance,
And how you pace your peddling.
Go too fast, and you’ll hit a wall,
Go too slow and you’ll hit the ground.
Most of us, we’ve pretty much mastered bike riding,
Others.. well, they’ve either just begun,
Or ar’nt brave enough to lose the extra wheels.
Who am I to judge though?
I haven’t mastered bike riding yet either.
I’ve seen silhouettes that ride upside down,
They’re hands behind they’re backs,
Maybe a leg up in the air.
I’ve convinced myself,
I could never.
I’m not brave enough to control a one wheeled contraption.
I’m not strong enough hold myself up while looking graceful.
Im not adventures enough to even try.