I've been riding
on the edge of the roar
Toeing the lone
on the edge of the shore
I'm struggling to stay
out of the sand
Struggling to stay
on the solid land
But the edge of the road
drops into the gutter
Where the wildflowers bloom
despite the cacophony
Where an endless procession
of cars zoom
like an incessant river
rushing by
And then there's me
balancing on the white line
that separates the two
Just my bike and I
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