2Wheeltips

These are words; I thought I would never say,
But, I do not feel like riding today;
It is warm outside and the weather is clear,
But, I feel like staying inside today my dear;
I hear the rumbling sound from afar,
I do not take my eyes away from the peanut butter jar;
Is it depression or is it feeling sick,
But there is something in my heart, just didn’t click;
There on the floor, my boots do they lay,
My jacket is hanging, saying to my jeans, Let’s ride anyway;
Am I going crazy is this what I hear,
My bike will take off without me inside my gear;
My gear is telling my bike, let’s go,
One depressed rider does not stop the show;
There is a question that I need to ask myself,
Why is my head in the peanut butter jar-- and I can’t think of nothing else;
Maybe, you who are reading this, the question you can answer,
The days you do not feel like riding or being a dancer;
You hear the music playing your favorite tune,
Your soul does not move and you feel gloom;
I think I know what I need to do,
Get my head out of this peanut butter jar, and talking to you;
I heard it said, and I have said it before,
Just grab your gear and head towards the door;
Jump on your bike and go for a ride,
To be sure the wind will wipe the tears from your eyes;
The soul of your heart that is feeling low,
When you throw your legs over the iron pony, your soul will glow;
How do you know, how do you know, I hear you ask,
Because I’ve been there and took on the task;
When you want to ride, but don’t feel like it,
Just go to the garage and on the bike just sit;
Before you know it, that will not be all,
Your inner soul will hear the call;
Before you know it, down the street you will be,
Passing me by and grinning at me.