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Ride or Die
Riding through the forest, trees ripping left and right,
singletrack under my wheels, not another rider anywhere in sight.
Previously riding ten deep as a mountain bike crew,
but even before them, it was just always just us two; me and you.
Now I ride solo, constantly chasing memories down these old trails,
the feelings I used to get are now fleeting and stale.
No friends to ride with, no beautiful girl on my six,
my mind starts to wander, wondering how did it end up like this?
On a good day, I ride until I am exhausted, taxing my body and mind,
but on bad days, tears streak down my face, wiping them away covertly as I ride.
Hidden beneath my helmet, under the goggles and messy hair,
are the remnants of a man who will forever taste sadness and despair.
I try to find happiness, where I remember it used to lie,
however, instead I find a time capsule dated 2007 through 2020, the sweetest memories of you & I.
The last time I rode a trail, my feelings turned from excitement to sorrow,
I had to convince myself to keep pedaling, hopeful the day will be better tomorrow.
Sometimes I still pull off the trail, looking behind me as if you will magically be there,
sitting and waiting eagerly like a dog for his owner, who will never appear.
Other time, I am whipping through the trees and think I hear her voice,
it never turns out to be her, but for a brief moment, there is excitement and joy.
There are days where I stare at my bike, unable to take it off the stand,
then other days, I want to ride her so hard, I rip her grips right from my own hands.
I know I will never be able to ride without her name in the back of my mind,
but I hope one day, peace and happiness will take the lead at the front of the line.
Until that day, which may never come,
I will try to outride my demons, one by one.
Original Work by: Shawn Adams
singletrack under my wheels, not another rider anywhere in sight.
Previously riding ten deep as a mountain bike crew,
but even before them, it was just always just us two; me and you.
Now I ride solo, constantly chasing memories down these old trails,
the feelings I used to get are now fleeting and stale.
No friends to ride with, no beautiful girl on my six,
my mind starts to wander, wondering how did it end up like this?
On a good day, I ride until I am exhausted, taxing my body and mind,
but on bad days, tears streak down my face, wiping them away covertly as I ride.
Hidden beneath my helmet, under the goggles and messy hair,
are the remnants of a man who will forever taste sadness and despair.
I try to find happiness, where I remember it used to lie,
however, instead I find a time capsule dated 2007 through 2020, the sweetest memories of you & I.
The last time I rode a trail, my feelings turned from excitement to sorrow,
I had to convince myself to keep pedaling, hopeful the day will be better tomorrow.
Sometimes I still pull off the trail, looking behind me as if you will magically be there,
sitting and waiting eagerly like a dog for his owner, who will never appear.
Other time, I am whipping through the trees and think I hear her voice,
it never turns out to be her, but for a brief moment, there is excitement and joy.
There are days where I stare at my bike, unable to take it off the stand,
then other days, I want to ride her so hard, I rip her grips right from my own hands.
I know I will never be able to ride without her name in the back of my mind,
but I hope one day, peace and happiness will take the lead at the front of the line.
Until that day, which may never come,
I will try to outride my demons, one by one.
Original Work by: Shawn Adams
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