In my eyes there are tears from speed,

They are unnecessary, though still a need,

To feel life, i stay close to death,

It’s always me and my bike, both out of breath.

When i step on the brake out of necessity,

Sometimes it’s an utter formality,

The other side compels me to join them,

Yet, i do not join them-

I slow down and do not die,

Yet i don’t feel grateful to be alive