Beep
Swerve
Braking.
An Aching bum unable to rest.
Aching eyes which strain to distract the mind.
Approaching headlights.
Braking. Bang!
A slight collision. Pause.
And so it continues.
Riding away from the setting sun.
Moving away from the Mountains.
Bumping towards the wooden boxes of electric lights.
Lighting the way to a confusion of concrete.
A box full of lives.
Beeping
Swerving
Braking.
A twenty four hour travelling World.
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