the car crush didn't last

I had a car once,
and I pedalled it
with my legs as its pistons,
I propelled myself sustainably,
faster in my redness.

I travelled those cold streets,
comfortable in my plastic bug,
happy in my youthful exertions.

Now, I ride a bike,
quicksilvering down streets
lined with white paint and different trees
and my legs are still pistons,
saving our lungs and saving me money.

A car, something thats far away -
hours I won’t strive,
kilometres I won’t drive
Instead  
I’ll ride to destiny,
away from my little red car
and towards……

well, I don’t know,
I must be going somewhere
just not as fast as some.

I had a car……once.


 
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