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.