Throwing out a single excuse that, “It’s finally nice outside!”
                                            I dashed from the garage, relying on my momentum.
                                            
                                            My destination is south; the pedals I drive into are heading toward the sea.
                                             I don’t look at a map – I don’t want any route that seems pre-determined…
                                            
                                            My feet will only get stuck in someone else’s rut.
                                            
                                            This straight line that I draw with all of my heart,
                                             Seems it may slip and die out if I look away,
                                             So I’ll proceed on two wheels, heading for a future 0.2 seconds away!
                                             For now, all I can do is peddle!
                                            
                                            Depending on how I perceive the time that passes, my “present” begins to change;
                                             Should I view it as history, or regard it as my past?
                                            
                                            Even “words of the wise”, someone enlightened me with,
                                             Are but a single scene once the lines leave my lips, wouldn’t you say?
                                            
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                                            I wonder if it’s almost my time to go on stage…?
                                            
                                            The scenery leaving me raises in speed,
                                             As a new world stabs away at my body.
                                             Cutting through a headwind, my handles guide me!
                                             So I’ll just peddle!
                                            
                                            Sewing down the flow of time, people put a name to history…
                                            But I won’t ever find value in that –
                                            I’ll simply empty my lungs and re-write this moment!
                                            
                                            This straight line that I draw with all of my heart,
                                             Continues on to a panorama that only I can see,
                                             So I’ll cut on through this moment, heading for a future 0.2 seconds away!
                                             I’ll peddle desperately!
                                            
                                            I’ll peddle until I die!