Freedom

My master hops on me as we ready for the ride,
Pedalling pedalling
I struggle up the hill to the top, the hot asphalt burning my tyres,
Pedalling pedalling.

I reach the top of the hill with all my energy, but this is the worth it part,
Pedalling pedalling
As I build up speed the wind rushes past me like a tornado,
Pedalling pedalling.

It feels like my tyres spin at the speed of light,
Pedalling pedalling
Racing down the hill with heaps of speed, everything is a blur,
Pedalling pedalling.

I start to slow down, but I don't stop,
Pedalling pedalling
I see a small gutter and think it's worth the jump,
Pedalling pedalling.

I start struggling to the top of another hill,
Pedalling pedalling
I reach the top and it all starts again,
So is the life of a bike.