Life is a bit like learning to ride a bike
First of all you walk
Then you start to ride but,
You concentrate so much on not falling off
You haven’t got a clue where you’ve been
Then you learn to ride
And, you can look around a bit
Then you learn to ride without hands
And you feel really confident!
You can even lean back and whistle!
But then its not long, until one day
You can’t get on a bike
Then you’re back to walking again
Looking at the new kids
Learning to ride their bikes
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