No exit
Not this way
Nor that
No where
No how
Nein
No
Nyet
I have never
Accomplished anything
While listening
To that particular voice
There is
Always
Another
Way
No where
No how
Nein
No
Nyet
I have never
Accomplished anything
While listening
To that particular voice
There is
Always
Another
Way
Before my eyes
Where nothing is
Just what it seems
Since what it seems
Is in my mind
I find the beauty
In the lines
The forms
And open space
Which let me roam
I hear pavement’s texture
Know the coarse and the smooth
From the form of a wave in my ear
I feel it
Transferred from tires
To frame
To chassis
To the wheel beneath my hands
The pedal and floor beneath my feet
The seat enveloping my body
So it is free
To revel in the details
The myriad forms
The endless possibility
Of discovery