With your own clock. You count your life. Going out of reach. Like you are on a workout. On the two wheels. Colors. Smells. Sometimes, someone is next to you. You don’t stop. Your dreams build your life. Power. You learned how to follow. Without remembering. How many times you have stayed behind. You carry faith. Hanged in the gap of defeat. You don’t ask for a cause. You grip on it. Kilometers. Trodden. Again and again. They give a new joy every time. The eyes ran free. They anticipate the thought of a guardian. Filled with images. They spread craving. They are wordless conqueror. They enchant the time. You make smiles to be awake as memorials. You want to remember. You don’t look for the images. They make parade. A multicolor army. Gymnasiums of peace. Favorite battlefields.
Victory is a sacred dedication.
You return.
Wealthy.
