Flying By The Seat Of My Pants By Sofia Kioroglou Poem by Sofia Kioroglou
Flying By The Seat Of My Pants By Sofia Kioroglou
Life is like riding a bicycle
You don't fall unless you stop pedalling
But what about freewheeling?
It is like allowing your life
to be controlled by destiny
The truth is that I have never learned
to ride a bike but only to freewheel
I love flying by the seat of my pants
I just love the unpredictable
I just want to see life like a walk in the park
is way more fun than riding a bike. Too monotonous. I like the first two lines, philosophical and they make you think....what if I stop doing what I do everyday without thinking? What would happen?
Thank you so much for reading, Pam. Freewheelingis that magic word does the trick. 😉
I agree, there is no such thing as tomorrow, so ride fast and hold on.
Always so glad to hear from you. Thanks for stopping by. I am so glad the poem resonated with you. Cheers! ! !
Life is like riding a bicycle You don't fall unless you stop pedalling- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Absolutely great lines to begin a poem with, you present your reader with not only an image but a wise thought to ponder on. Freewheeling- - - that is an exciting thought, puts life on the edge, boring is not an option. Yes! I like this very much!
Thank you ever so much for always reading my work. It is a pleasure to hear from you. Hope you are well and smiling!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/1/2024 12:27:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
An insightful analogy drawn with life and a ride on bicycle. Lovely poem nicely penned with conviction.