Dropping into the void
Wheels on the ground
The end unseen
Spins round and round
Pedaling the earths curve
Floating the dusty slide
Dirt washes clean
Shredding the easy glide
Sojourn to forgotten places
Single-track leads us back
Midst beating hearts
 Reaping mercies we lack
~Mark Schutter ©2015
“There are places I go to lose myself; and when I return, it is often then that I have found myself again.” ~M
How do you find yourself?
