two years down the line-
I don’t know where I’ll be.
few chances will pass me by
let it slide, making moves and passerby.
the loyal ones still riding close
bike seat and shotgun to the right
fight until death.
do us part-
still riding out
twin sister and balance.
never worried we’d make it
rocky launch and smooth sailing-
never failing- stopped delaying
embracing a life three years back
I’d given up and given it back,