Fierce and focused feet,
stepped in time to slake,
all the tasks on mental sheet,
in hope of no mistake,
straight and long and steep,
is what the wander wrote,
meandered like a river deep,
whilst mind was kept afloat,
misses and successes,
both were plainly met,
the certain and the guesses,
were all caught in net,
then soles began to pain,
but smile did endure,
for upon familiar lane,
was something that would cure,
a merry four did ride,
tending to their craft,
youthful virtue did confide,
made up a good life graph,
one did feel so soothed,
when joyous scene was showed,
they lit up such an achy mood,
those cyclists on the road,
memory bank deposit,
sweetened up the day,
if only such composite,
could build a better way,
where harmony’s the law,
division’s pulled apart,
thus, such habit ice can thaw,
around the sleeping heart.