A shadow all in black
Thrown on the cul-de-sac
In a tackle of spokes
I stood upright and rode
Myriad window frames
Many houses with names
Everglade
Albion
Lakewood
Arcadia
This is not where you are
This is not where we are
I rode to right the pain
And over and again
Fill internal ravines
If temporarily
Since my truth was defaced
Ravaged and then replaced
With no clues left at all
To navigate the sprawl
To know of where I was
To know of where I was
Lightning bolts in my head
They surged on, incessant
But the more I pedalled,
The less to be wrestled
Through dense and beautiful
And insurmountable
But it wouldn't restore
And I couldn't restore
Nothing could be restored
But the easement came
In the form of the terrain
Colour spread again
Blue remembered
Freedom downhill came
With the fall of the terrain
Colour spread again
Blue remembered,
Green and red regained