Bicycle
My bicycle built for one,
Put me in a balanced mode.
My mind thought thoughts,
Of simple things.
My bicycle built with two wheels,
Made me race through the streets.
My mind thought thoughts,
Of complicated things.
When I didn't ride any,
My mind was blank.
It didn't feel anything.
It didn't see anything.
I think my mind needs a bicycle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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