A Bike With No Wheels

If time was physical, for me it would feel
like riding a bike without any wheels
striving, pushing, pedalling fast 
unlimited amounts of passion to graft

Floating, always moving ahead
a life without such things seems, well... dead.

But a bike with no wheels makes no sense?
Yet somehow, those words made sense in your head?
Because life isn't logic, never built to be explained
and forcing it to be just fractures the frame

That's when time begins to tangle the corners of your mind
making moments into questions with answers you cannot find.

Written by Bella Wilhm

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