And then your head is lowered
But straight ahead you are facing
Blue eyes pierce so fierce
They have to be blue
Hands shake and hands shake
You move to your left
We sway to our right
For what greater seraphic sight?
Who regulates your practice?
Who keeps your noise down?
An investor in people
A cyclist in Cuba
A working environment where
Endurance takes endurance
You strut to your right
I fall to my left
The biker's still inept