Used to feel so powerless and under parents’ thumb
nineteen bought a bicycle and went on rides far flung.
Not a thing was running to, but rather ran away,
problems not reduced a whit but they less heav’ly weighed.
I found a mighty power and glory in two wheels,
becalmed troubled spirit, transported to tranquil fields.
I found sanctum sanctorum, my holiest of place,
not within tabernacle but wind upon my face.
I could leave the world behind and calm my troubled soul
twas closest to a thing divine I had ever known.
As circumstance would have it in month of that same year
I met my darling goddess and o’er time love revered.
Revealed to me power of attraction I’d not known
and fore six months were ended I left my parents’ home.
At nineteen still a child, at that age is no disgrace,
but in disturbing tempest fear our love did debase.
There’s folks who long for silver and folks who dream of gold
but my soul ever after’s wished love I’d never soiled.
There’s not a single person who treads upon the Earth
who’s lovely as my goddess; deserves more’n my worth.
My sanctum sanctorum remains bicycle escape
but in intervening years find I’m victim to jape.
For I’m still running way from rather than running to
when child masquerades as man looks in mirror do.
Used to feel so powerless and under parents’ thumb
nineteen bought a bicycle and went on rides far flung.
I could leave the world behind and calm my troubled soul
twas closest to a thing divine I had ever known.
I’m blessed with loving woman who deigns to be my wife
hurts my soul, forever know, that my fall brought her strife.
There’s folks who long for silver and folks who dream of gold
but my soul ever after’s wished love I’d never soiled.