Chapter XXXVII: The CyclistA man rides afar on a bike,Reaching the place, tired and thirsty,A bit of rest, out for a trike,Through the streets of the old city.Vices, and hardships he indulged,Through the harshness within his home,What lies overseas that has bulged,Complication has thou begone.He stumbles upon something else,Inspired to say things unexplained,As he admires what's that by bells,He'll aspire her until the end.Though once upon when times get dark,Rushes the highway fast and swift,Rain pours, watch out for the tree barkHence, control your drive as you drift.When he reached his home late that night,His grandmother stood there like stone,Though he explained why after light,He might as well run and atone.He then runs away from the hill,Promised not to look back again,Halfway he realized his fill,Goes back, forgiveness, he had gain.Before school, he learned how to smoke,Not much as well as to be drunk,Though at some point, not to provoke,What lies in his heart, then go dunk.But when he got too much of this,He once thought to put it aside,When he ventured through all these bliss,Something calls from the other side.Since discovered a new lifestyle,He finds a change, well to improve,For a minute and for a while,The water has reached the mangrove.Just as he entered senior high,His eyes catches a better glimpse,A pretty lad, without a lie,He tries to get close without ease.He tells Tengen for this favor,Just to start off and to be close,At one point there's change in flavor,Betrayed he felt, nothing to lose.Frustrated and agitated,He can't move a muscle or two,He can't say a thing he's baited,He change and remarks for the flow."Why has though really forsaken?Betrayed and hurt from all of these,Is it good that you have taken?Violence thou not like these bees"When he gets home as late therefore,Pop the cap, it's time for a drink,Say he change, not bother or more,It's good to say but first please think.As he enters the school building,Something good then catches his eyes,His mind thou speak of what thy bring,Glad it's warm and not like the ice.However, there's no blast at all,None can bond and none can relate,Although it's near the time of fall,No move at all, thus close the gate.As of now, the show must go on,Though not much, then thou get inspired,His past altered and with that gone,Explore beyond, that's what desired.