Riding my bike on a second of may
The sky be clowded with raindrops
Is it weird for me to enjoy the cold?
Breeze against my unsheltered face
The harsh reality, it brings me back
To life is to struggle against the odds
And emerge victorious
May I perform a jovial dance:
Found what I seek, and more than once!
I see my bike now—what a feat!—
On every corner, every street!
Behind that car, inside that bush
Another one rides in a rush
That bike right there? It’s mine as well
And in that window, what the hell—
Through it observed, my very bike
Reflecting still, one just alike!
And in that shop, there’s one inside
Outside it—yet another ride!
And in that park, this can’t be right
So many hiding in plain sight…
I close my eyes, and still I see
A bike or two, or sometimes three
Wherever I do set my glance
I see my bike now, more than once.
My bike got stolen recently
At first I was pretty bummed out about it
But then I filled out a police form decently
For there was no other way around it
And then I printed out pictures patiently
Somebody might have seen it, could have found it
There aren’t many bikes like mine so, naturally
It’s easier to find than by the sound of it
Trying to think about it rationally
It shouldn’t be too far, so I could scout for it
And even if the odds are there just fictionally
When there’s a chance to win, then I should count it.
Should still be able to retrieve it, actually
And when I do—Carpe birotam!—I shall shout it!
Should I still fail, then even fractionally
Enhance my chance I did, there is no doubt of it.