Biking

Everytime I hear this word,

I automatically come back to earth.

I feel like I am about put my earphones in

and adjust the volume so that it can be as loud as possible.

I feel like I'm about to explore Narnia or Atlantis.

I feel like I'm about to be recorded by lots of cameras

and all you're going to see is me speeding by.

I automaitcally think of my legs aching from me pushing and pushing and not giving up.

Everytime I hear this word, 

I am grateful to have the things that I have. 

Don't take your legs for granted. 

One day, 

you might not be able to take a simple bike ride. 

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