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Love the demon within you

He fell again
He lost count on how many times
He stared at the bicycle
Was it his fault that he fell?
Was he naive to believe
That he would make it through?
Was he mad to believe
That he would be happy in the end?
Was he ignorant to believe
That it wouldn’t hurt no matter what?

Or was it the fault of the road?
Never smooth where he rode
Always a bump every day
That sends the bicycle
Flying out of control
Somedays he makes it through
And somedays the bicycle decides his fate

Or was it the fault of the bicycle?
He changed it once before
He had grown attached to the one before
And the pain of letting go was too hard

Maybe the fault was in the thought
That he could learn to ride
Maybe the bicycle and him weren’t meant to be
Maybe the road was best walked upon
Maybe he hurt himself by riding a bike
Because he didn’t want to hurt himself
By always trying to let the bicycle go
Every time he changed the bicycle