Hell of a trip

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The bars on this bike
Just turned into string
I’ve lost all control
I keep balancing.

I need to get home
I must keep you from fear
But without handlebars
How will I get you there?

“It’s alright” I say
Relieved to see you don’t know
That I’m worrying hard
About something I don’t show.

I swore you’d be safe
But I’m losing my grip
I must get over this bump
It’s a hell of a trip.

It’s downhill from here
I want a gentle crash landing
With you unaware
And both of us standing.

I see the light is still on
My trembling hands find the key
We abandon the bike
And I take you with me.

I have no one to steer
It’s just me and you
And whatever it takes
I’ll continue to do.

I’ll get you there
Wherever I must
I’ll give all that I have
To pay back your trust.