Toot

For a long stretch, it was only me,

Riding my bike through the fog's decree.

A cone of light in the velvet shroud,

The morning was dark, yet the silence loud.

Visor cracked, cold air would creep,

Bliss rode beside me, steady and deep.

Sticky fog clung, I'd wipe it away,

Every few meters, the path would stay.

The world dissolved in the gray unknown,

Yet freedom sang in the engine's tone.

No need for sound, no need for sight,

Just me and the road in the foggy night.

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