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