Bike

I am eleven
Free on my bike
Like every child any
Age racing wind in my
Face riding to school shops
Park woods streams alone but
Happy on my bike going anywhere.
I am musing on the liberty of any
Who are confined whether in
Poverty or comfort against
Their will and I hope they
Still hope as the wind
Like imagination
Moves across
The sands
Under a
Sliver
Of moon
Bright despite
The night, I am aware
Of your situation
And think good
Thoughts to
You as the
Moon still
Shines.
Bike
Away in
Your mind
Carried on the
Wings of dreams.