they said i was old enough to lose the trianing wheels……but i don’t know, i go back and forth about putting them back on………..i keep falling off and getting back on……my legs look like i was attacked by a lion…….

i try to listen, even ask you to speak slow…….in one ear and out it goes……something comes up and i know we have been here before……looking up i hit the wall and find myself once again on the pavement……..

i love the feeling of the wind in my face and the beauty all around me…….i get lost in the splendor and forget to look where i’m going…….boom

if i had eyes in the back of my head maybe this wouldn’t happen…….but not sure that would be that attractive and i’m not a looker anyway…….

the thing about the truth is it’s just the truth……drop ”like”…..that doesn’t help……

65…………man moving and alive………stilllllllllllllll learning to ride………carrying band-aids

don’t beat yourself up………….beat the odds……humble yourself and learn

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