Driven

About my long ride let me tell thee

I haven't experienced plenty on my way to twenty

But my tanks were far from empty

A body full of energy and life

Solely guided by my drive

Around thirty I was thirsty for more

As if there was war

My heart pumped faster than ever before

I pushed the pedal to the metal

And at forty I still was in good fettle

At sixty I've been at many crossroads

And my limbs felt like heavy loads

Have I made the right decisions?

Have I followed the path of my vision?

I slowly began to doubt and thought about to reroute

Being at over eighty and somewhat shaky

My body wants to be lazy

The more you strive the more you feel alive

But I've red the signs

Soon I'll arrive

I love to ride my bike!

[One](https://oc.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8k4nz5/narcissism/dz6tkte/)

[Two](https://oc.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8jy2mf/fruits/dz6ukz1/)