China Jon's Syncretic Journal

Where there is a will, there is a way.
But where goes the won't, I can't say.
I do know it follows behind, nipping at my heels,
making me wonder, 'Is this how success feels?'

So, I refuse to be driven, neither here nor there.
I just relive each moment to understand just how the wind felt in my hair.

A glance to the side reveals in the mirror,
your lovely face as it grows ever nearer.

I have no doubt that you will soon pass me,
and all I hope is that you won't sass me!

I am pedaling as fast as I can, which is to say, as fast as I will.
And no matter how fast you pass me by, I know it is true, I will love you still.