Eyes on the Road

Wind drives against me.
The sweat stings my eyes.
My lungs ache and labor.
I struggle to breathe.
The sun burns down,
darkening my skin.

Cycling is hard.

My legs burn.
My back aches.
My muscles cramp.
My strength fades.

Cycling is hard.

I get to feel the wind.
I get to work hard and sweat.
I get to breathe deeply
and inhale nature’s beauty.
I get to feel the warmth of the sun.

I get to rise early
in the solitude.
I get to lift my eyes
and enjoy the sunrise.
I get to go,
and see,
and do.

Cycling is hard.

Living is good.

BCM,2026