To work we go each day
Lose part of self along the way
And return as automatons
A cog in global delivery mechanism
Feel the wind back on your face
Let sweat be your exhaust fume
Be the fuel, go green - break rules
Return back to your innocence
One feeling will change your stride
One passion will be my drive
One resolve will turn back the years
And give me back my joyrides
© Ratish
On cycling to work
Random life experiences that touch me enough to acknowledge through writing or images
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