Mentaly Bent

Sitting at home
In my chair
I am warm in my chair
I get up to
Go for a ride
On my bike
In the cold winter air

Cold at first
Till the legs start moving
But as I ride
And pedal the bike
I start to feel
Alive and warm

The wind in
My face makes
My heart race
I feel so alive
And so free on
My bike

Getting cold
Turning around
Heading back home
Is where I
Will be found

Back in my chair
I sit here and write
My bike is
Put away for the night

Till I feel blue again
I think I will stay in
Warmed in my chair
I sip on my tea

Wandering

Why do I wander? I do not know
To see new places
To meet new faces
I wander to free my mind and renew my soul
I wander by foot I wander by bike
Sometimes by day sometimes by night

Sometimes I wander without
leaving my home
I wander in my dreams
My thoughts become my feet and my legs
take me to new places I have never been

Why do I wander? I still do not know
Wandering with no place in mind
Wandering to see what I find

Lots of miles to wander still left to travel
Why do I wander? To set myself free
This is why I wander

Slowly working on it

Not exactly sure what I will be posting here but this will be a work in progress mainly some of my poetry and journal entries about my future bicycle rides and hikes. Check back for updates.