Biking in the rain,
Forcing myself through the wall of water,
Arrival is my gain,
Determination; my falter.
Each rotation has a loss,
Tis a trouble to get far,
Gaining little for this fuss,
It shouldn’t be this hard!
Pulsing thoughts within my veins,
Are the ailments that plague,
My memories are in peril.
What is this here I hold?
My memories? My life?
The dearest of things to me?
This heavy rain can’t deter me,
I am too selfless for that.
I am too strong for that.
I cannot fail.
Not for my friends,
Not for my family,
Not for my memories!
Thus I must weather the storm,
Advance through the troubled waters,
Of which fall from the sky,
As thick as the thunder is loud,
How am I going to go through this one?
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Submission Name: Wet Wheels
