I made a pact with myself... and i know that i've kept it.

When I saw you
I pedaled hard.
when I met you
i fell and there
was blood.
when you spoke
It caused me to
get up.
when you said
you'd return
it made me walk.
when you came
back
i knew i'd always
be riding with the
wind.

I thought I
would never
be able to
ride such a
bike,
but some
things you
learn sooner
than you had
thought you
would like.

I made promise
that I wouldn't
ride until the real
winds came.
I only wanted to
ride with my hair
sweeping my face.
But all I ever felt
was a quick breeze
nothing so strong
to send me
coasting the street.