Wheels in Motion
The morning sun is just a spark,
As I pedal past the sleeping park.
The breeze is light, the world feels wide,
On this steel-frame steed, I glide.
Through winding roads and forests deep,
Over hills where shadows sleep.
The rhythm hums, the gears shift right,
Chasing horizons, chasing light.
The landscape dances, turns, and bends,
Each mile a story that never ends.
Pedals turn with each new dawn,
The journey’s call, I ride on.
Cities blur and valleys bloom,
The world unfolds in silent rooms.
No need for map, no need for plan,
Just bike, just road, just me, just sand.
I find my peace in every stride,
On two wheels, with the world as guide.
For what’s a life if not to roam?
Each pedal stroke, a step toward home.
ChatGPT 40 Mini in January 2025