Bicycles

Dawn of a day, 
Your saviour from the dark?
If you worry less and do more,
Will that provide your spark?

Throwing off your stabilisers,
Angry at blatant liars - 
Satan’s Fires for them
When they tell you that you can’t.

Ride it for a street or so,
Then fall down.
Jump back up, dust off.
Gone the frown.

A grazed knee is nothing.
A warning is fair - 
We’re all glad that it’s there - 
But we need it gone to become something.