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The progress of the bike adventure
the sun on my back and a breeze in my face, i'm seeing the world at a bicycle's pace
i am the world's best american.
...those sailors warned me not to sail
they said this boat would surely fail,
they laughed me off and waved goodbye
and said 'that boy will surely die,
for winter storms with all their might
will creep up swiftly in the night.
a smarter sailor with stronger boat
has some chance to stay afloat.
but arrogant fools who think them brave
are setting sail to find their grave'
but i'm not so dumb to think me wise,
i've lost all pride i seek no prize.
i'm just a man whose soil ran dry,
whose washed up dreams like fallow fields lie...
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fiery lake fed by the fiery river
mounting pressure makes the inside quiver
a churning force that is ever expanding
pushing the boundaries with constant demanding
the surface is tough, but not made of steel
time and persistence will soon break the peel
with seismic eruptions and a violent burst
but what comes next is always worst
when smoking-hot ash clouds the skies
and burning dark smoke blinds the eyes
so deep the darkness, so dense the haze
no remembrance at all of brighter days
for years time passes, without hope, without sight
what seems like a lifetime, plagued by the night
but just as with time force broke the seal
wait long enough and time will reveal
a hole in the clouds, some light shining through
a sight to behold, a sky that is blue
the clouds bursting open, and rain pouring down
the darkness is flushed back down to the ground
with so much more brilliance than has ever been seen
vegetation appears, robust, vibrant, and green
life is resumed in the happiest of ways
ever great by comparison to those dark, awful days
for without the bad, the evil, the night
there can be no appreciation for good, wholesome light
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