the sleep is…

still in my eyes
the dream is still in my head
i heave a sigh and sadly smile
and lie awhile in bed
i wish that it might come to pass
not fade like all my dreams

just think of what my life might be
in world like i have seen
i don’t think i can carry on,
carry on this cold and empty life

oh no!

my spirits are low in the depths of despair
my lifeblood spills over…

(fragment of vi. soliloquy – 2112 – rush)

When the spirits are low, when the day appears dark, when work becomes monotonous, when hope hardly seems worth having, just mount a bicycle and go out for a spin down the road, without thought on anything but the ride you are taking.
— Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (1859-1930)

my injured tendon is kind of putting an end to my cycling season… and this is not funny at all.

About rennrad

It's all about two wheels, being them bicycles or motorcycles.
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