The Cycle

I started out, didnt know how to ride
my mother taught me, removed the stablizers
Wabbly at first, I gained my balance
and i was off, my journey just beggining

Exited at what I might find, couldnt wait
And I got to the first downhill, I loved it
It was easy, I was having the time of my life
There was nothing that could stop me
I was rushing downhill with nothing to worry me

I was buzzing, reached the bottom of the hill
That was easy, wheres the next one!
reached the secound hill; an uphill climb
I couldnt emagine the hardship,
Was failing, I was on my own, no help at hand

I couldnt take it at a cylce, Had to dismount
Took the mountain on foot, slowly
one step at a time, I walked higher and higher
through pain and suffering, war and striff
I reached the top and looked down apon
The rest of my life

This was only one strip of my life
many more hills to come, some up and some down
some flat, some bumpy, some with walls to block my way

I hopped back on my bike
to finish the journey I set out,
not being heled back by hardships already endured
but looking ahead to the good points
that are sure to come,
after the rain