Bicycle Rides

We know of neighborhoods
Like no one else

Nobody knows them
Not the way I do.

We pass them frequently
On bicycle rides

They are not strangers
Passing by,
Everyday inhabitants
Of the neighbourhoods of dreams.

I never questioned
This unpredictability

These are the days
Of the bicycle rides,

Long forgotten
And left behind
When things start to crumble
In uncertain times

We find a friend
Go for a bicycle rides

Leaving reality
Far behind.