Methodical precision,
Thrown in reverse
Shaking that brain,
Hardly a calm smoothie
Can't stand on a bike,
The pedal met metal,
Rubber saddled to the sideline
Bumps and bruises,
These aren't whatever he chooses
But he's reckless, lacking care,
Focus a memory,
Get back on the wheel and allow the mind to repair
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