The morning is fresh, the air clear,
the sun draws a golden line along the road.
You set off — no destination needed,
only the feeling that everything lies open.
The pedal turns in rhythm,
the wind leans close to your face,
and behind every bend
a new world opens wide.
The road is not a race,
but a game played in light,
a melody you carry yourself,
with momentum, with your heart.
The city, the lake, the hills
greet you like old friends.
The shimmer of cars passes by,
and you know: you belong to the world.
At day’s end, when you come to rest,
the music stays within you:
of road, of light, of wind,
and the quiet certainty
that living is good.
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