Cycle

Look at it then,

back to the pen,

My mind is reeling and raging again.

The battle is lost,

How much does it cost?

The battle is won!

Is it done?

Round in the cycle,

Peddle your bicycle,

Round one point then to the next.

Wind in my grill,

Up up the hill,

Grit of the teeth.Just peddle the wheels.

Get to the point and the ground shifts up,

Weely bike to get up,

bleery eyes a haze.

Push push push

adapt for the change.

gravity shifts..

Not nearly done..

4 more walls.

Corners are fun.