Some memories from the old shelves,
Came across as I was passing by.
Without any effort there was a smile,
As for a moment past and I were ally.
On one side is me, rushing from goal to goal,
While on the other was I, running freely as a whole.
On one side is me, with clean and ironed shirt,
While on the other was I, a knight who couldn’t be hurt.
On one side is me, cruising in my car,
While on the other was I, peddling my bicycle to the stars.
For a moment I became me,
For in that moment I was free,
Amazing is that kid we all see,
Bicycle stories are for us to flee.I and me, The Poet and the Pen