I miss my bike.
I miss the winding roads.
I miss riding fast.
I miss taking curves real low.
I miss the speed, the thrill.
I miss the roaring sound.
On a bike you feel nature.
On a bike you feel the wind against you.
On a bike there is the element of danger.
On a bike there is no second chance.
On a bike you set limits.
On a bike you feel alive.
Peace and serenity
Lawrence Copyright © June 2018
Being bipolar. 
I have a bicycle. Pure human muscle power.
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I miss mine.
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I can understand that.
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Love my bicycle too! Just come back from a ride in the park after work. The feelings expressed in the poem that you have on a motorbike are very similar to those on a bicycle, which makes your poem so relatable. 😊🚲
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Thank you for reading and your kind comments. They are indeed similar in many ways. I am happy that you enjoyed the poem.
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an awesome poem! well done! ❤
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thanks for reading and your compliment. I’m glad you liked it.
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There is a pure sense of freedom that you experience on a motorcycle that is hard to recreate any other way…………
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So true!
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love this!
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Thank you for reading and your compliment.
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Loved this poem. Reminds me of riding my motorcycle through the canyons of California.
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Curious as to how riding relates to your bipolar condition. I am depressed and riding did wonders for my condition. One of the reasons I miss it so much.
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Thank for reading and your comment.
Basically the same as you. The feeling of freedom and this I miss tremendously.
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There is nothing quite like it ❤
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Indeed!
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