Bike riding is a child's rite of passage
Gather up all your grown-up friends, I'm sure they can ride a bike
They know what its like to feel the wind on their skin like a kite,
Being free and light, nimble like water as they swerve around obstacles
I am an outliner
I am full of embarrassment and regret
I am chained on the ground
Bounded by the fear of falling
You see he that keeps me imprison
He has kept me from learning to ride a bike
Each time I try is like trying not to fall off a tightrope
Doubt and Anxiety remind me again that I'm going to fail
So give in I might as well
My friend had empathy for me, she showed me a simpler way
"If you're not ready to run, then waddle like a toddler
Paddle your feet along the ground and try to steer
This will help you improve your balance dear"
Slowly and steadily I had no more fears
As my confidence increased I stretched myself to higher levels
Like a child finally figuring out how to walk and run about
The muscle memory became ingrained and the skill was now simple and plain
After all that trial and error, it clicked it was there
I'm free now fear! I can pedal anywhere
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