Remembering, Pondering
Riding my bike, soaking in the warm sun, feeling the cool wind embrace me. My lungs ache, my heart beat thunders, my muscles feels stronger. I look around me and somehow I feel free. Life is a beauty but the reality is, its never free. We've lost our fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters. Our friends, relatives and@ neighbours. Some are gone and some are still here but we're all haunted by the freedom we all seek. Riding my bike, feeling wild and free. Feeling the cool wind embrace me, soaking in the warm sun, looking up in the blue sky asking are we ever free?














