Your figure looms ahead of me on the edge of the road. Who are you, what’s your story, where are you going and why? My mind wanders and wonders. You speed along, not a care in the world, setting your own pace. Are you just enjoying a ride on a sunny Saturday or do you have a real destination? I assign you a name, Joe, a guy trying to work through some problems. Your finances so bad that you sold your car, your marriage a shambles. Just Joe, trying to get through the day, riding your bike up the busy road thinking through your problems. You glance back over your shoulder, see me behind you, and wave me by. I’ll probably always wonder about you. Who are you, what’s your story? See you later, Joe.
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