.
.
Not so safe standing there,
Toes over the horizon’s edge,
Looking down on you,
From behind sunglasses.
.
Undercover,
From the end of your bed,
Back to the middle of mine,
Bedlam when we get 'em,
Merry-go-round frame of mind coming around again.
Be back over there in seconds,
Just like riding a bike,
Couldn’t forget how even if... I wanted,
To keep pedalling.
.
Safer on a bicycle,
With no helmet, no hands, no worries,
Nothing unsafe,
Nothing I don’t understand there.
Suppose,
It's safe enough,
Still,
I should be acting much smarter than this.
_________________________________________
-Peace
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