As I ride along with heavy legs and a head that’s light

I glance at the asphalt ribbon out before me

knowing the end is out of sight.

The sun-baked road descends gradually to the right

lacking shade makes it hotter than it should be

as I ride along with heavy legs and a head that’s light.

My mind drifts, my thoughts begin to take flight

agonizing pain that comes from my legs

knowing the end is out of sight.

Muscles snap in spasms and cramp clam-tight

filled with blood that feels like scalding tea

as I ride along with heavy legs and a head that’s light.

A water bottle offers me little delight;

I chug the tepid liquid as I flee

knowing the end is out of sight.

I would like to finish before the night

while it is still light enough to see

as I ride along with heavy legs and a head that’s light.

knowing the end is out of sight.

©1996, 2008 Michael Van Ryn