Old bike [POETRY]
In the morning had stolen the night
The bike full of rust said
do you want to pedal me?
I need your spirits
Rodaku has been waiting for you
to deliver your instincts
wherever you want
If the soul has faded
If your heart is not feeling
What will you meet later?
Witnessed by the world's bus
Humans have been reluctant to grab my wheels
And I have now been alienated
Replaced with your new friend named machine